(A Dancing Master Such as) Mr. Confess

Lyrics

There's a tension when we're walking There's a tension when we're talking And I'm waiting and I've done nothing at all But what for, I'm feeling ? I can drink something, I can eat something I can get up in the morning There's a tension when we're walking There's a tension when we're talking And I don't say much, not much Oh I haven't done very much Oh the streets they never change And these days may never break Oh there's nothing much to do And so what do you do? I've got me pride There's a tension when we're walking There's a tension when we're talking I hope it's me I'm so magnificent I don't need no equipment I'm the one that you want I'm homeless I'm penniless Give me all your money Give me all your love I won't leave you lonely but you can't resist me There's just no contest Jolly boating weather And hay harvest breeze Blade on the feather Shade off the trees Swing, swing together With your bodies between your knees Swing, swing together With your bodies between your knees Jolly boating weather And hay harvest breeze Blade on the feather Shade off the trees Swing, swing together With your bodies between your knees Swing, swing together With your bodies between your knees Jolly boating weather So you thought I was drunk You thought it was just a stupid joke But in fact this is very serious I've nothing to regret The primrose curtains began to hurt my eyes The double glazing and central heating just started me sneezing The leafy avenue, Volvo parked outside The sound of crunching grave, it all made me very tired I burnt the toast this morning My daughter was a punk... she didn't seem to mind I was sick of songs about travel And making love in the sand Slavery, imperialism, capitalism, unemployment Oh how ugly I am, but virtuous My surgeon's knife is slipping I'd rather be in the ocean, floating like a log My heart is cold I feel so ashamed when people ask me what I do It's humiliating I'm alright I appropriate infinitely but I am without investment An unrealisable, unessential asset Under the throne I am the victim of thy might I am gone with the wind Pity the madmen of poor humankind Without knowledge, raving of glory Like me, the garlands I bind Are but gathered and strewn in the wind