Testo di Unpublished Critics

I'm just a shy romantic with my eyes on the loose I'm in an overcoated way A poet in a garret You know some people say Standing at the barline with my lip on the curl I'm with the other lean and lear My finger on the pulse And my hand around a beer Chorus Ahh Ahhhh Well I don't wanna know what's going round here Ahh Ahhhh I've got to get away to get away The singer in the band he sweat on a pose And he's really such a jerk Thinks he can call me stupid Because he gets alot of work I'm standing in the background Got my arms on the fold And every dog's gonna have it's day A new musical express And my own four way P.A. Chorus It's just a matter of time Hold it under light Ahh Ahhhh I've got to get away to get away to get away Well I've been reading those biographies in paperback I've got a death - wish that I can't explain I've been working on the petulance And the urchin took my name I'm standing in the background Got my arms on the fold And every dog's gonna have it's day A new musical express And my own four way P.A. Chorus It's just a matter of time Hold it under light Ahh Ahhhh I've got to get away to get away to get away