Moments of sadness, moments of guilt
Stains on the memory, stains on the quilt
Chapter of incidents, chapter and verse
Sub-heading chronic, paragraph worse

Lost in the limelight, baked in the blaze
Did it for nine pence, those were the days
Give me my acre and give me my plough
Tell me tomorrow, don't bother me now

f**king Ada, f**king Ada
f**king Ada, f**king Ada

Times at a distance, times without touch
Greed forms the habit of asking too much
Followed at bedtime by builders and bells
Wait 'til the [bad word] which nothing dispels

Idly, mentally, doubtful and dread [bad word] with the beans shall not stale with the bread
Let me lie fallow in dormant dismay
Tell me tomorrow, don't bother today

f**king ada, f**king ada
f**king ada, f**king ada

Tried like a good 'un, did it all wrong
Thought that the hard way was taking to long
To late for regret or chemical change
Yesterday's targets have gone out of range

Failure infolds me with clammy green arms [bad word] the excursions and blast the alarms
For the rest of what's natural I'll lay on the ground
Tell me tomorrow if I'm still around

f**king Ada, f**king Ada
f**king Ada, f**king Ada
f**king Ada, f**king Ada
f**king Ada, f**king Ada
(repeat lots)