(Dave Hill; Bill Hunt)
 
In find myself in the black and white world
And I didn’t know what to do
I got myself in a bit of bad luck
And I thought I could see it through

 Singing, (who-ooh-ooh), who’s to blame?
Singing, (who-ooh-ooh), what’s your name?

I turn around, I got nothing behind
But the chances were small and few
A-time was tight and I had to decide
Was it me or was it you?

 Singing, (who-ooh-ooh), who’s to blame?
Singing, (who-ooh-ooh), I didn’t know what to do
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ain’t that a shame?

 Lost my mind as it does sometimes
When there’s something in the air
I was living on the edge in the black and white world
And I hadn’t got a thing to wear

 Singing, (who-ooh-ooh), who’s to blame?
Singing, (who-ooh-ooh), I didn’t know what to do
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ain’t that a shame

 It’s a fight for a deathless shame
Love I hate, can it wait again?
Shoot the dice twice and let it fall

From the land of the open glory
Looking for the meaning of a life in audio
One night stands, now wash your hands
Yeah

 One, two, three, four

 Singing, who-ooh-ooh, who’s to blame?
Singing, who-ooh-ooh, who’s to blame?

 Singing, (who-ooh-ooh), who’s to blame?
Singing, (who-ooh-ooh), I didn’t know what to do
Ooh-ooh-ooh, who’s to blame?

 Singing, what’s your name?
Singing, I didn’t know what to do
Ooh-ooh-ooh, in a black and white world