Going back in the morning time to see
if my love has changed her mind, yeah.
I know what I will find,
that she is wasting time,
she could be picking roses.

Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has seen the light, yeah.
Oh, I told her last night
she should improve her sight,
she could be painting the roof.

Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has come around, yeah.
She offered me no sound,
her head is in the ground,
she could be calling for winter.

Once in Royal David's City
stood a lonely cattle shed,
where a mother held her baby.
You'd do well to remember the things He later said.
When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties,
you'll just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump.
You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making
that Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry?
And how can you smile when
the reasons for smiling are wrong?
And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures,
remember, if you wish,
this is just a Christmas song.

(Hey! Santa! Pass us that bottle, will you?)
 

Happy and I'm smiling,
walk a mile to drink your water.
You know I'd love to love you,
and above you there's no other.
We'll go walking out while others
shout of war's disaster.
Oh, we won't give in,
let's go living in the past.

Once I used to join in
every boy and girl was my friend.
Now there's revolution,
but they don't know what they're fighting.
Let us close out eyes;
outside their lives go on much faster.
Oh, we won't give in,
we'll keep living in the past.
 

You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream,
can't hear your daddy's warning cry.
You're going back to be all the things you want to be,
while in sweet dreams you softly sigh.

You hear my voice is calling to be mine again,
live the rest of your life in a day.
Get out and get what you can
while your mummy's at home a-sleeping.
No time to understand `cause they
lost what they thought they were keeping.

No one can see us in your sweet dream.
don't hear you leave to start the car,
All wrapped up tightly in the coat you borrowed from me.
Your place of resting is not far.

You'll hear my voice is calling
to be mine again,
live the rest of your life in a day.
Get out and get what you can
While your mummy's at home a-sleeping.
No time to understand, `cause they
lost what they thought they were keeping.

Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing,
oo, my, my, my, oo, my, my, my.

Went down to the station to look for her there,
looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair,
nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me,
my, my, oo, my, my, my.

Down in the street, try'n' to remember,
shuffling my feet outside a menswear,
is that her in the fur coat?
No it's not December yet,
my, my, my, oo, my, my, my.

Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Back to the house, maybe she'll phone me.
Singing my song, feeling so lonely.
I'll sing very softly, so if the phone rings
I can hear it, I can hear it.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing,
oo, my, my, my, oo, my, my, my.
 

Well the dawn was coming,
heard him ringing on my bell.
He said, "My name's The Teacher",
that is what I call myself.
And I have a lesson that I must impart to you.
It's an old expression but I must insist it's true.

Jump up, look around,
find yourself some fun,
no sense in sitting there hating everyone.
No man's an island and his castle isn't home,
the nest is for nothing when the bird has flown.'

So I took a journey,
threw my world into the sea.
With me went the teacher,
who found fun instead of me.

Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed.
I try to socialize but I can't seem to find
what I was looking for; got something on my mind.

Then the teacher told me
it had been a lot of fun.
Thanked me for his ticket
and all that I had done.

Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed.
I try to socialize but I can't seem to find
what I was looking for, got something on my mind.
 

All the places I've been
make it hard to begin
to enjoy life again on the inside,
but I mean to.
Take a walk around the block
and be glad that I've got me some time
to be in from the outside,
and inside with you.

I'm sitting on the corner feeling glad.
Got no money coming in but I can't be sad.
That was the best cup of coffee I ever had,
and I won't worry about a thing
because we've got it made,
here on the inside, outside so far away.

And we'll laugh and we'll sing
get someone to bring our friends here
for tea in the evening
Old Jeffrey makes three.

Take a walk in the park,
does the wind in the dark
sound like music to you?
Well I'm thinking it does to me.

Can you cook, can you sew --
well, I don't want to know.
That is not what you need on the inside,
to make the time go.

Counting lambs, counting sheep
we will fall into sleep
and we awake to a new day of living
and loving you so.

There was a time when you were
so young and walked in their way.
They made you feel they
loved you all-seeing, they say.
You're going wrong if their game you don't play.
And that the song I sing will leave you astray.

Unfeeling, feel lonely rejection,
unknowing, know you're going wrong.
And they can't see
that we're just trying to be,
and not what we seem,
and even now believe that it's not real
and only a dream.
 

Whoop! Hello. Hang on, press on.
Be back with you in a minute.
I'd better not open this now
because it might contain contraband.
We'll give it to John to supplement his camels.
He dropped on his head when he was very small.
We occasionally cut his fingernails off and smoke them.
This is a... a song about... about everything.
 

[Introduction]
She's really turned on by the television, and vice versa.
Here's a song called, uh, and it still features Clive.
Yes, right. Rearranged though, nevertheless.
A new lease on life. In other words,
it's just a bit louder. "Dharma For One''.

[Lyrics]
Dharma, seek and you will find
truth within your mind, Dharma.
Dharma, each to his own, we say,
together we'll end astray, Dharma.
Truth is like freedom, it doesn't fool me.
Be true to yourself, never think that you're free.
Dharma will come eventually.

Dharma, seek and you will find
truth within your mind, Dharma.
Dharma, each to his own, we say,
together we'll end astray, Dharma.
Truth is like freedom, it doesn't fool me.
Be true to yourself, never think that you're free.
Dharma will come eventually.
  

There's the stillness of death
on a deathly unliving sea,
and the motor car magical world
long since ceased to be,
when the Eve-bitten apple
returned to destroy the tree.

Incestuous ancestry's
charabanc ride,
spawning new millions
throws the world on its side.
Supporting their far-flung illusion,
the national curse,
and those with no sandwiches
please get off the bus.

The excrement bubbles,
the century's slime decays
and the brainwashing government lackeys
would have us say it's under control and
we'll soon be on our way
to a grand year for babies
and quiz panel games
of the hot hungry millions
you'll be sure to remain.
The natural resources are dwindling
and no one grows old.
And those with no homes to go to,
please dig yourself holes.

We wandered through quiet lands,
felt the first breath of snow.
Searched for the last pigeon,
slate grey I've been told.
Stumbled on a daffodil
which she crushed in the rush,
heard it sigh, and left it to die.

At once felt remorse
and were touched
by the loss of our own;
held its poor broken head in her hands,
dropped soft tears in the snow.
And it's only the taking that makes you what you are.

Wond'ring aloud will a son one day be born
to share in our infancy
in the child's path we've worn.
In the aging seclusion of this earth
that our birth did surprise
we'll open his eyes.
 

Oh father high in heaven -- smile down upon your son
whose busy with his money games -- his women and his gun.
Oh Jesus save me!
And the unsung Western hero killed an Indian or three
and made his name in Hollywood
to set the white man free.
Oh Jesus save me!
If Jesus saves -- well, He'd better save Himself
from the gory glory seekers who use His name in death.
Oh Jesus save me!
I saw him in the city and on the mountains of the moon --
His cross was rather bloody --
He could hardly roll His stone.
Oh Jesus save me!
  

In the shuffling madness
of the locomotive breath,
runs the all-time loser,
headlong to his death.
He feels the piston scraping --
steam breaking on his brow --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
He sees his children jumping off
at the stations -- one by one.
His woman and his best friend --
in bed and having fun.
He's crawling down the corridor
on his hands and knees --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
He hears the silence howling --
catches angels as they fall.
And the all-time winner
has got him by the balls.
He picks up Gideons Bible --
open at page one --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
 

When you're falling awake and you take
stock of the new day,
and you hear your voice croak as you choke
on what you need to say.
Well, don't you fret, don't you fear,
I will give you good cheer.

Life's a long song...
If you wait then your plate I will fill.

As the verses unfold and your soul
suffers the long day,
and the twelve o'clock gloom
spins the room,
you struggle on your way.
Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry,
lick the dust from your eye.

Life's a long song...
We will meet in the sweet light of dawn.
 

I'm going up the `pool
from down the smoke below
to taste my mum's jam sarnies
and see our Aunty Flo.
The candyfloss salesman
watches ladies in the sand
down for a freaky weekend
in the hope that they'll
be meeting Mister Universe.

The iron tower smiles
down upon the silver sea
and along the golden mile
they'll be swigging mugs of tea.
The politicians there who've come to take the air
while posing for the daily press
will look around and blame the mess
on Edward Bear.

There'll be bucket, spades and bingo,
cockles, mussels, rainy days,
seaweed and sand castles, icy waves.
Deck chairs, rubber dinghies,
old vests, braces dangling down,
sun-tanned, stranded starfish in a daze.

We're going up the `pool
from down the smoke below
to taste my mum's jam sarnies
and see our Aunty Flo.
The candy floss salesman
watches ladies in the sand
down for a freaky weekend
in the hope that they'll
be meeting Mister Universe.

There'll be buckets, spades and bingo,
cockles, mussels, rainy days,
seaweed and sand castles, icy waves,
Deck chairs, rubber dinghies,
old vests, braces dangling down,
sun-tanned, stranded starfish in a daze.

Oh Blackpool
oh Blackpool.
  

I have one foot in the graveyard
and the other on the bus,
and the passengers do trample
each other in the rush.

And the chicken hearted lawman
is throwing up his fill
to see the kindly doctor
to pass the super pill.
Well, I'm going down,
three cheers for Doctor Bogenbroom.
Well, I'm on my way,
three cheers for Doctor Bogenbroom.

Well I've tried my best to love you all,
all you hypocrites and whores,
with your eyes on each other
and the locks upon your doors.

Well you drowned me in the fountain
of life and I hated you
for living while I was dying,
we were all just passing through.
Well, I'm going down,
three cheers for Doctor Bogenbroom.
Well, I'm on my way,
three cheers for Doctor Bogenbroom.
 

Tip-toes in silence `round my bed
and quiets the raindrops overhead.
With her everlasting smile
she still my fever for a while.
Oh, nursie dear,
I'm glad you're here
to brush away my pain.