Couldn't get ahead, I just couldn't get ahead

Come out of pub, the shop is closed
Come out of pub, Harry wants to know
When the next bus is, I said five or ten minutes
I had my change in my hands
The bus flashes past, my hands are caught

Just couldn't get ahead, I just couldn't get ahead
Couldn't get ahead, just couldn't get ahead

In a week, earned money for month, got all my jobs done
My eyelids were sick of it, gist was I could sleep for a day
But bad bills have no respect for a decent man's rest
Flopping on the doorstep, outlined in colour red

Just couldn't get ahead, I just couldn't get ahead
Couldn't get ahead, just couldn't get ahead

On an Asiatic plane with wings not of the grain
Toilet queue was endless, couldn't get a beer
The hostesses were muslims
When I get in toilet, light flashes: "Return to seat"
I feared withdrawal and I feared beer was making sludge of my head

Couldn't get ahead, I just couldn't get ahead
Couldn't get ahead, I just couldn't get ahead
Now my problems are solved, it's a remedy of old
I pretend I'm blind, you see, put on some Armani clothes
And act like E.T
Where I'm at is a cabbage patch, no longer strewn with weeds
Have a Ghandi at me
Colour mags wish me well, no more, no get ahead

Couldn't get ahead, I just couldn't get ahead
Couldn't get ahead, I just couldn't get ahead