This is something to thank your fortune for
Although I got nothing you got something
See I'm not fit to be an open door
Or the mat you wipe your feet upon
Please someone
Don't shake me up
Many's the time I've thought of you
Lying in my bed in the afternoon
No-one [bad word] This is the month that puts tomorrow back
Only you got something, I got sidetracked
Just for once I'd like my lover mapped
For me to write my name upon
Please someone
Don't shake me up
Many's the time I've thought of you
Lying in your bed with the ocean view
Not me [bad word] Don't shake me up
There'll be a time when I'm far from you
When I will see the trick of you
And the trick of you and me
Then the burden of my heart say something
Will not sing a sorry song
Yea, the burden of my heart
Will not be the sorry, be the sorry one
No, don't shake me up
Many's the time I've thought of you
Lying in your bed in the afternoon...