If you were a sheep, what shape would you be?
Well, the room was pink and the signs were serious
Paperback doors being slammed, delirious
Feeling like a joke in the bar underneath
And it was Saturday night in the year of the good thing
Well, I trumbled up the stairs on the wrong way
Ran, I hit my head on the ceiling
And my feet hit the ground
And then the victim plumbed in the goldfish bowl
Cried, Ella's in the band, but she got no soul
My friend John was the serious one
Buttons up the back and a job half done
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
Sheep get itchy and his rubber soles burn
When will he ever learn?
Well, the night was spent and my money was young
And I had to get home before my neck was wrong
And everybody danced in the same old way
And if I'm feeling old and desperate I'll be back someday
My friend John was the serious one
Buttons up the back and a job half done
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
Sheep get itchy and his rubber soles burn
When will he ever learn?
When will he ever learn?
My friend John was the serious one
Buttons up the back and a job half done
Lazy old boy when the good girls turn
Sheep get itchy and his rubber soles burn
When will he ever learn?