I like it here can I stay?
And she wrote to me equally dour
I said, "I like it here, can I stay?
That's the story of my life
Call me morbid, call me pale
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
Far too long, chasing your tail
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
And do you have a vacancy for a back-scrubber?"
Six long years on your trail
I went to London and I
That's the story of my life
That's the story of my life
Then I'll tell you the story of my life
And if you have five seconds to spare
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
The story of my life
I've spent too long on your tail
And if you have five seconds to spare
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
Six full years of my life on your trail
I booked myself in at the Y.W.C.A
Story of my life
Then I'll tell you the story of my life
That's the story of my life
Hopelessly poor, I just liked you more"
Do you have a vacancy for a back-scrubber?"
She was left behind and sour
That's the story of my life
And if you have five seconds to spare
I booked myself in at the Y.W.C.A.
I said, "I like it here, can I stay?
Then I'll tell you the story of my life
I've spent six years on your trail
Call me morbid, call me pale
That's the story of my life
I like it here, can I stay?
She said, "In the days when you were
That's the story of my life
I went to London and I
