Lyrics

And I've run out of pale ale And I feel like I'm in jail And my music bores me once again And I've been on the pinball And I now longer know it all And they say that you never know when you're insane Got fleas in the bedroom Got flies in the bathroom And the cat just finished off the bread So I walk over Soho And I read about Monroe And I wonder was she really what they said? Got a call from a good friend Come on down for the weekend Didn't know if I could spare the time I knew a woman who was crazy About a boy who was lazy But it didn't work out 'cause they just couldn't make it rhyme Hey Jude, you were alright I could have grooved with you all night But you turned your back on the party game Mama, if I keep my head clean Will I really have a good dream? Or will I wake up in confusion just the same And I've run out of pale ale (and I've been on the pinball) And I feel like I'm in jail (and I no longer know it all) Got fleas in the bedroom (so I walk over Soho) Got flies in the bathroom (and I read about Monroe) Got a call from a good friend (you a woman who was crazy) Come on down for the weekend (about a boy who was lazy) Hey Jude, you were alright (mama, if I keep my head clean) I could have grooved with you all night (will I really have a good dream?) And I've been on the pale ale (and I've been on the pale ale) And I feel like a pinball (and I feel like a pinball) And I feel like a pinball And I feel like a pinball
Writer(s): Brian Protheroe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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