Back in my school days acting the fool boys

One and one and one made three

And the man said come and cut yourself a piece of the big time.



Armour-clad forces riding trojan horses

Never made sense to me

I didn't wanna be a part of the great debate on moonshine.



‘Stop, pay the price', they said to me, ‘take this advice:

You're out of your head'

Stop, hold the ‘phone -- this has to be cut to the bone

Too bad -- I see red

I see red. I see red.



She slips and stumbles, twists and she tumbles

She always lands on her feet

And she keeps her face turned to the far horizon.



Won't you come this way -- won't you go my way

Her rhythm doesn't miss a beat

She's just doin' everything she can to keep surviving.



‘Stop, pay the price', she said to me, ‘take this advice:

You're out of your head'

Stop, hold the ‘phone -- this has to be cut to the bone

Too bad -- I see red.

I see red. I see red. Yeah.



Now who wants a riot -- people should be quiet

Don't we give ‘em good TV

You can learn to love a lifetime of distraction.



You've got nothin' on the inside, nothin' on the outside

All the way from A to B

I can live without that kind of satisfaction.



‘Stop, pay the price', she said to me, ‘take this advice:

You're out of your head'

Stop, hold the ‘phone -- this has to be cut to the bone

Too bad -- I see red

I see red. I see red. I see red. Yeah.



(fade and repeat)

I see red

I see red

You make me see red

Yes I see red

I see red

I see red.







Written By: Jim Rafferty

Published By: Hit & Run Music

Drums/Percussion: Arran Ahmun

Keyboards: Pavel Rosak

Programming: Pavel Rosak

Guitars: Hugh Burns

Soprano Sax: Mel Collins

Lead Vocals: Gerry Rafferty

Backing Vocals: Nicky Moore / Joe Egan / Julian Littman / 

Melanie Harrold / Liane Carroll / Gerry Rafferty