Fucking Ada

Lyrics
Moments of sadness, moments of guilt Stains on the memory, stains on the quilt Chapter of incidence, chapter and verse Sub-heading chronic, paragraph worse Lost in the limelight, baked in the blaze Did it for nine pence, those were the days Give me my acre and give me my plough Tell me tomorrow, don't bother me now Fucking Ada, fucking Ada Fucking Ada, fucking Ada Times at a distance, times without touch Greed forms the habit of asking too much Followed at bedtime by builders and bells Wake to the doldrums which nothing dispels Idly, mentally, doubtful and dread Who runs with the beans shall go stale with the bread Let me lie fallow in dormant dismay Tell me tomorrow, don't bother today Fucking Ada, fucking Ada Fucking Ada, fucking Ada Tried like a good 'un, did it all wrong Thought that the hard way was taking too long Too late for regret or chemical change Yesterday's targets have gone out of range Failure enfolds me with clammy green arms Damn the excursions and blast the alarms For the rest of what's natural, I lay on the ground Tell me tomorrow if I'm still around Fucking Ada, fucking Ada Fucking Ada, fucking Ada Fucking Ada, fucking Ada Fucking Ada, fucking Ada Fucking Ada, fucking Ada Fucking Ada, fucking Ada Fucking Ada, fucking Ada Fucking Ada, fucking Ada...
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Credits
- Writers
- John Turnbull
- Ian Dury