Bitchin’ On A Train

Lyrics

Well you told me about all those things you hated About groupies and hippie clothes And you told me all about your only trip And how pot hurt your nose And you said you'd never follow a man For the banknotes in his wallet But now you're doing all these things So, babe, I guess you've had it Yeah little girl, go on, keep your mind I don't want it Yeah and then, little girl You know, you know, you leave your school And you thrust your beauty forward With your two-time mind and your bedded body Playing center forward But soccer, that ain't the kind of ball That interests you the most You know, you know, it's the one Your boyfriend's money buys And your parеnts via the post Yeah little girl, yеah, well go suck your mind I've got my thumb Yeah and the tales, you know The tales that you believe, my dear Would fill a Times main feature Like the guy who claimed he was the lighting man From Principal Edwards Magic Theatre But he turned out just a lying bum But you never, ever, ever told me that Yeah perhaps you knew, babe, just what I'd do I believe you think I would have laughed Yeah little girl, oh babe, where's your mind? Can't you see I would have cried? And then and then and then and then And was, that was the time it was Not a poet friend of mine Well it took up all those amazing crooks And nunnies of your unembracing mind But after you told me and I told him You just said you wouldn't play him Just like you complete your crew And then you never, ever pay them Yeah little girl, hang on to your mind Don't loose the sandbags But, but, but, but after, after all this Remember me and the night we had our ball Or was it just the ale or was it the sex? Or was it nothing at all? But you said you love me, baby No, you cannot deny that And you hadn't even seen my wallet then And you don't often work like that Yeah little girl, my babe, where's your mind? Don't answer that one Well anyhow, anyhow, my friend When this journey ends I'm gonna be back in that city And the city's there, its lovely squares And its spaces too are pretty But its spaces get more beautiful With the passing of the days But as you age, you'll find your face Isn't gonna get you all those well played layers Yeah little girl, go on, look after your mind One day you're gonna need it Whoa, so float down round with your new music man I've nothing against him Except I used to like those songs that I wrote But they're now incredibly thin Cos if he hasn't rumbled a con yet on He must be pretty slow Which puts me in the same boat, I suppose So I guess I'd better go Yeah little girl, I love you, you bitch Yeah you bitch, you bitch