Did you catch her in the window?
Do-right woman, do-right man
Praying for heavy comfort
To fill his pockets with his hands

Men in chip shop, milk bar postmen
Used to fork out for your mouth
And now the compliments have stopped
Since every asset's heading south

He was a sharp one, what a looker
The last drunk to hang around
Get well shickered, coloured knickers
Are just for the mirror now

Had a dream once it was morning
In a dress that never frayed
Now your friends are like eyelashes
Too many dropping off these days

For forty seconds today
I was sure that we were feeling the same way

For forty seconds today
I was sure that we were feeling the same way