It took 10 years to realise 
why the angels start to cry 
When you roll on down the lane 
Your happy smile your funny name

I'm not really mean 
so don't take it hard
When I ask you 
 [bad word] round the yard

It's so hopeless to define
Why you jump to close the blinds
you know i'd held you if i could 
but both my arms are 
made of wood

Just don't mean the things I say
it's only cos you're made that way

sorry for laughing
there's too much happening
sorry for laughing
there's too much happening

when we groove on into town
Charles Atlas he start to frown
Cos he's not made 
like me and you
just can't do the things we do

it's times like these 
you have to pay

so sorry to turn on that way