Go see them
Down South now
They'll see you're
Well looked after

See a boy there
Mournful and fair
Works the tables
To keep him in the share

Don't say those words again, cause
You've got the kind of nerve I like
Don't say those words again, cause
You've got the kind of nerve I like

Tell him no don't
Mean he's lost her
She was young then
Things were stranger

Say she's warm and
Well looked after
Though her heart's been
Growing ever-colder

Don't say those words again, cause
You've got the kind of nerve I like
Don't say those words again, cause
You've got the kind of nerve I like

Though here the wind blows
And winter's stone coat
Has covered up all
Sun and shelter

She remembers
How you held her
On the warm floor
Of the bunker

Don't say those words again, cause
You've got the kind of nerve I like
Don't say those words again, cause
You've got the kind of nerve I like