The office clerks, rearrange, I wanna change from acting strange.
Silver cloud, shout aloud "everywhere I go I wanna know just how to show them what I do, I beg of you".
Don't lose your pride, run and hide, or sit beside a layabout, hear him shout, there is no doubt.
Every day this empty room is full of gloom, hanging doom and mystic powers, ivory towers.
Playing for East Fife, get a life or someone's wife. Or Louise, just a tease mmmm yes please.
Every day my dustbin pad is in arrears, I'm in tears, nobody fears an autograph from a girafe.
Do they make you laugh? The price you pay every day, every day the morning comes, Andy hums.
Capability Red 1972
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