Something for the good boys doing such a good job Nothing for the arms, for the legs If you could you'd not Talk about the big love shine on the cold night Nothing for the ears, for the nose But it'll work out right
Why dig out the colours you sing? Time is on my side All the kind good men run in the night Why dig out the colours you sing? Time is on my side Call the kind good men running the night
Something for the good girls doing all the good work Nothing for the arms, for the neck, For the good green shirt Hope on a tight rope, a tear on the fine line Nothing for the teeth, for the toes, But i know what's mine Do you know what's mine?
