When I call you will you tell me what to do Cos I've reached a point where I depend on you To supply me and rewind me every time that I go down On the ground I see a face It reminds me of a place I used to go With you when I was a boy of seventeen At least I think it was, if not somewhere between That amount of fun I've not got a lot of time to spare Everywhere there's people staring They think I am wearing funny clothes Who knows, where I can go For a meal there's a real restaurant in town Who knows, where I can go For a meal there's a real restaurant in town I can see you looking through your little hole In a wall just twice the thickness of the sole On my shoe, I'm telling you you'd better all that I said And be ready to go away Anytime today