I hit my head on the ceiling and my feet hit the ground
My friend John was the serious one
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn
Well, I rumbled up the stairs on the wrong way round
Cried, "Ella's in the band but she got no soul"
Well, the room was pink and the signs were serious
Buttoned up the back and a job half done
When will he ever learn?
When will he ever learn?
And it was Saturday night in the year of the good thief
My friend John was the serious one
Feeling like a joke in the bar underneath
Buttoned up the back and a job half done
And everybody danced in the same old way
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
And if I'm feeling old and desperate I'll be back some day
Buttoned up the back and a job half done
My friend John was the serious one
His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn
And then the big dumb blond in the gold fish bowl
Well, the night was spent and my money was young
Paperback dolls being slapped delirious
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn
And then I had to get home before my neck was wrung
