Call me morbid, call me pale
I've spent six years on your trail
Six full years
On your trail
Call me morbid, call me pale
I've spent six years on your trail
Six full years of my life on your trail
And if you have five seconds to spare
I'll tell you the story of my life:
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
I went to London and I
I booked myself in at the Y.W.C.A
I said: "I like it here - can I stay?
(I like it here - can I stay?)
I like it here - can I stay?
(I like it here - can I stay?)
And do you have a vacancy
for a back-scrubber?"
She was left behind, and sour
And she wrote to me equally dour
She said: "In the days when you were
hopelessly poor
I just liked you more..."
And if you have five seconds to spare
I'll tell you the story of my life:
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
I went to London and I
I booked myself in at the Y.W.C.A
I said: "I like it here - can I stay?
(I like it here - can I stay?)
I like it here - can I stay?
(I like it here - can I stay?)
And do you have a vacancy
for a back-scrubber?"
Call me morbid, call me pale
I've spent too long on your trail
Far too long
chasing your tail