(Gary Brooker/Pete Sinfield) 



I've been watching your performance 

From the minute you got here 

you've been riding on your high horse 

But your motives are not clear 

You have filled up all the ashtrays 

And the carpets wearing thin 

I believe we both speak English 

Won't you kindly let me in 

Let me in all I want to do is help you 

Let me in, let me in, let me in 



You keep looking out the window 

You keep staring at the door 

Yeah and every time the phone rings 

You make frantic semaphore 

I'm a man that's used to trouble 

I've seen all the seven sins 

I'll even be your long lost uncle 

If you'll only let me in . .. 

Let me in all I want to do is help you 

Let me in, let me in, let me in 



You know they say a trouble shared's a trouble half way gone 

But bottle it inside and you'll explode 

I'd rather have your tears than nitro-glycerine 

So let me in I can take the load 

I can mend a heart that's broken 

Put a patch on your romance 

But I gotta have some detail 

Time and place and circumstance 

I'm a man that's used to trouble 

I've seen all the seven sins 

There ain't nothin' left to shock me 

But you gotta let me in . ..