The Universal

There's such a lot of good ways to be bad And so many bad ways to be good Haven't paid my rent yet I tell them 'Sorry, but I haven't got the money anymore' Just for the day I thought I'd leave love alone Hold hands with day And if I'm so bad why don't they take me away Just like what you hear with a shell pressed to your ear That's the sea in the trees in the morning And on the universal Good morning, Steve Well you won't believe me today Working doesn't seem to be the perfect thing for me So I continue to play And if I'm so bad why don't they take me away Well a hippy-trippy name dropper came through my door He said, I just bumped into Mick, he told me you know where to score. No not me friend I mind my own and my own minds me Well my love is at the foot of your hand Come what may But if June comes first, please won't you take me away