I oh I, I oh I , I oh I , I oh I
Sometimes it's time
to think about it
Sometimes it's time to find time
It's not like you really lost it
Like a lucky penny or your mind
A ghost of you is on her lips
A shattered glimpse of
When you'd play
leaving only silence
on another lonely day
But this is not the time
It's not the time to feel
You have your instuctions
Now you better close the deal
step up I said step up
do you hear me
When I'm talking to you
I said step up
you stupid little fool
too long in the game
to not know the rules
Step up step up step up
Don't even think about
thinking about
What you're going to do
Step up step up no way
Some dimple's going to take
you back to school
I oh why I oh why
Sometimes it's time
to think about it
Sometimes it's time to find time
He may be her lucky penny
That she'll never get to shine
the streets between
them are melting
As he puts together
the bits of steel
He can still smell
the flowers she kissed
in a way that he could feel
But they sent you the money
Her address and the day
and the usual intructions
the blow the mark away
Step up I said step up
do you hear me
When I'm talking to you
I said, step up
you stupid little fool
too long in the game
to not know the rules
Step up step up step up
Don't even think about
thinking about
What you're going to do
step up, step up no way
Some dimple's going to take
you back to school
<Interlude>
I oh I, I oh why
Yes this is your body
Yes this is your face
This is your truth
Your hatred your disgrace
She may be a mirror
in jest of your mistakes
or a monster too
Who could understand your place
She may be a mirror
She may be a mirror
She may be a mirror in jest
of your mistakes
She may be a monster
She may be a monster
She may be a monster
Who could understand your place
Step up I said step up
do you hear me
When I'm talking to you
I said, step up
you stupid little fool
too long in the game
to not know the rules
Step up step up step up
Don't even think about
thinking about
What you're going to do
step up no way
Some dimple's going to take
you back to school
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born