There's a young girl with her old man who's too sick to mention

She'll be turning twenty seven as she draws her widow's pension

But he couldn't catch a common cold he couldn't get arrested

Too terrified to answer back

Too tired to have resisted



Many hands make light work

Shorthand makes life easy

When he's out on night work

Make sure no one sees me

It all ends up in a slanging match with body talk and bruises

A change is better than a rest

Silly beggars can't be choosers



One of a thousand pities you can't categorize

There are ten commandments of love

When will you realise

There are ten commandments of love

I believe, I trust, I promise, I wish love's just a throwaway kiss

In this Pidgin English



If you're so wise use your lips and your eyes

Take it to the bridge she sighs



You go cheep cheep cheep between bulleyes and bluster

Stiff as your poker face

Keener than mustard

From your own back yard to the land of exotica

From the truth society to neurotic erotica



Silence is golden

Money talks diamonds and ermine

There's a word in Spanish

Italian and German

In sign language, morse code, semaphore and gibberish

Have you forgotten how to say it

In your Pidgin English?



(chorus)



PS I love you