When I call you will you tell me what to do

Cos I've reached a point where I depend on you

To supply me and rewind me every time that I go down

On the ground I see a face

It reminds me of a place I used to go

With you when I was a boy of seventeen

At least I think it was, if not somewhere between

That amount of fun I've not got

a lot of time to spare

Everywhere there's people staring

They think I am wearing funny clothes

Who knows, where I can go

For a meal there's a real restaurant in town



Who knows, where I can go

For a meal there's a real restaurant in town



I can see you looking through your little hole

In a wall just twice the thickness of the sole

On my shoe, I'm telling you you'd better all that I said

And be ready to go away

Anytime today