I THINK OF YOU
©Trev Teasdel – Coventry 1977 / 79
In the morning I leave my bed
Throw cold water at my head
Breakfast ate and paper read
Catch the bus, then I just
Slip into that old routine.
When it’s seven in the morning and I’m late
And I face another factory day.
Take a drag on my fag, then I turn and I curse my fate.
Chorus
I think of you – I really do
I think of you – whatever I do
I think of you –oo..
Teabreak come and teabreak go
Time really knows how to go slow
Working like a clock-work toy
In better ways my time I could employ.
Sanies ate and tea is drank
Hands they itch, my mind is blank
The foreman’s eye on us is bent
as if he’s coming for the rent.
When it’s early in the morning and it’s break
And its hard to get through the day
Take a drag on my fag then I turn and I curse my fate.
Chorus
On my left is Jeremy Pike
Who tells us all about his motorbike
And the leathers he wears skintight
In his helmet he looks a freaky sight
Gives old ladies a terrible fright
They banned him from The Dog that Bites..
On my right is Arnold Dick
The Daily Fun’s what makes him tick
Bores you with his gossip column politics
Blames the blacks for everything
From earache to bad housing
Picks on all the scapegoats he can find.
Then there is old Albert Babel
Who tells you what he did with Mabel
Finally got her into bed
Were doing nicely when it came to a head
Albert went and fell out of bed
Same thing happened again and again
Wrote to the problem page
They told him they thought it was his age
Just a phase he was going through
Sent him a book on How to Screw.