Take you to the cinema And leave you in a wimpy bar -- You tell me that we've gone to far -- Come running up to me. Make the scene at cousin jack's -- Leave him put the bottles back -- Mends his glasses that I cracked -- Well that one's up to me. Buy a silver cloud to ride -- Pack the tennis club inside -- Trouser cuffs hung far too wide -- Well it was up to me. Tyres down on your bicicle -- Your nose feels like an icicle -- The yellow fingered smoky girl Is looking up to me. Well I'm a common working man With a half of bitter -- bread and jam And if it pleases me I'll put one on you man -- When the copper fades away. The rainy season comes to pass -- The day-glo pirate sinks at last -- And if I laughed a bit to fast. Well it was up to me.
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