His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn
Buttoned up the back and a job half done

Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
Well, I rumbled up the stairs on the wrong way round
And it was Saturday night in the year of the good thief
When will he ever learn?
And if I'm feeling old and desperate I'll be back some day
Well, the night was spent and my money was young
Feeling like a joke in the bar underneath
Buttoned up the back and a job half done
His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn
Cried, "Ella's in the band but she got no soul"

His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn

And then I had to get home before my neck was wrung
Well, the room was pink and the signs were serious
My friend John was the serious one
My friend John was the serious one
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn

When will he ever learn?
And then the big dumb blond in the gold fish bowl
And everybody danced in the same old way
My friend John was the serious one
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn

Paperback dolls being slapped delirious
When will he ever learn?
I hit my head on the ceiling and my feet hit the ground
Buttoned up the back and a job half done