Bright city woman
walking down Leicester Square everyday.
Gonna get a piece of my mind.
You think you're not a piece of my kind.
Ev'rywhere the people looking.
Why don't you get up and sing?

Bright city woman
where did you learn all the things you say?
You listen to the newsmen on TV.
You may fool yourself but you don't fool me.
I'll see you in another place, another time.
You may be someone's, but you won't be mine.

My telephone wakes me in the morning,
have to get up to answer the call.
So I think I'll go back to the family
where no one can ring me at all.
Living this life has its problems
so I think that I'll give it a break.
Oh, I'm going back to the family
'cos I've had about all I can take.

Master's in the counting house
counting all his money.
Sister's sitting by the mirror,
she thinks her hair looks funny.
And here am I thinking to myself
just wond'ring what things to do.

I think I enjoyed all my problems
where I did not get nothing for free.
Oh, I'm going back to the family,
doing nothing is bothering me.
I'll get a train back to the city
that soft life is getting me down.
There's more fun away from the family,
get some action when I pull into town.

Everything I do is wrong,
what the hell was I thinking?
Phone keeps ringing all day long
I got no time for thinking.
And every day has the same old way
of giving me too much to do.
 

Took a sad song of one sweet evening,
I smiled and quickly turned away.
It's not easy singing sad songs but
still the easiest way I have to say.
So when you look into the sun
and see the things we haven't done
oh was it better then to run
than to spend the summer crying.
Now summer cannot come anyway.

I had waited for time to change her.
The only change that came was over me.
She pretended not to want love,
I hope she was only fooling me.
So when you look into the sun
look for the pleasures nearly won.
Or was it better then to run
than to spend the summer singing.
And summer could have come in a day.

So if you hear my sad song singing
remember who and what you nearly had.
It's not easy singing sad songs when
you can sing the song to make me glad.
So when you look into the sun
and see the words you could have sung:
It's not too late, only begun,
we can still make summer.
Yes, summer always comes anyway.


So when you look into the sun
and see the words you could have sung:
It's not too late, only begun.
Look into the sun.
 

Nothing is easy.
Though time gets you worrying
my friend, it's o.k.
Just take your life easy and stop
all that hurrying, be happy my way.

When tension starts mounting
and you've lost count
of the pennies you've missed,
just try hard and see why
they're not worrying me,
they're last on my list.
Nothing's easy.

Nothing is easy,
you'll find that the squeeze
won't turn out so bad.
Your fingers may freeze, worse things
happen at sea, there's good times to be had.

So if you're alone and
you're down to the bone,
just give us a play.
You'll smile in a while and discover
that I'll get you happy my way --
nothing's easy.

Don't want to be a fat man,
people would think that I was just good fun.
Would rather be a thin man,
I am so glad to go on being one.
Too much to carry around with you,
no chance of finding a woman who
will love you in the morning
and all the night time too.

Don't want to be a fat man,
have not the patience to ignore all that.
Hate to admit to myself half of my problems
came from being fat.
Won't waste my time feeling sorry for him,
I seen the other side to being thin.
Roll us both down a mountain
and I'm sure the fat man would win.
 

Whenever I get to feel this way,
hard to find new words to say,
I think about the bad old days
we used to know.

Nights of winter turn me cold --
fears of dying, getting old.
We ran the race and the race was won
by running slowly.

Could be soon we'll cease to sound,
slowly upstairs, faster down.
Then to revisit stony grounds,
we used to know.

Remembering mornings, shillings spent,
made no sense to leave the bed.
The bad old days they came and went
giving way to fruitful years.

Saving up the birds in hand
while in the bush the others land.
Take what we can before the man
says it's time to go.

Each to his own way I'll go mine.
Best of luck in what you find.
But for your own sake remember times
we used to know.
 

What a sight for my eyes to see you in sleep.
Could it stop the sun rise hearing you weep?
You're not seen, you're not heard
but I stand by my word.
Came a thousand miles
just to catch you while you're smiling.

What a day for laughter and walking at night.
Me following after, your hand holding tight.
And the memory stays clear
with the song that you hear.
If I can but make
the words awake the feeling.

What a reason for waiting and dreaming of dreams.
So here's hoping you've faith in impossible schemes,
that are born in the sigh
of the wind blowing by
while the dimming light brings
the end to a night of loving.
 

Did you hear mother
saying I'm wrong but I know I'm right.
Did you hear father?
calling my name into the night.
Saying I'll never be what I am now.
Telling me I'll never find
what I've already found.
It was they who were wrong,
and for them here's a song.

Did you hear baby
come back and tell you the things he's seen.
Did it surprise you
to be picked up at eight in a limousine?
Doing the things he's accustomed to do.
Which at one time it seemed
like a dream now it's true.
And unknowing you made
it all happen this way.

Did you hear mother --
saying I'm wrong but I know I'm right.
Did you hear father?
Calling my name into the night.
Saying I'll never be what I am now.
Telling me I'll never find
what I've already found.
It was they who were wrong
and for them here's a song.