Punch the Clock
Album - 5 agosto 1983 - Debaser id 5933

Don't tell me
You don't know what love is
When you're old enough
To know better

When you find strange hands
In your sweater
When your dreamboat
Turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission
In two or three editions

And I'm giving you
A longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book

Chapter One
We didn't really get along
Chapter Two
I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me
In the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks
In Chapters Four, Five and Six

And I'm giving you
A longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book

The way you walk
The way you talk,
And try to kiss me and laugh
In four or five paragraphs

All your compliments
And your cutting remarks
Are captured here
In my quotation marks

And I'm giving you
A longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday I write the book

Don't tell me
you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and
my electric typewriter

Even in a perfect world
where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights
and be working on the sequel

And I'm giving you
A longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book

Is it worth it
A new winter coat and shoes for the wife
And a bicycle on the boy's birthday

It's just a rumour that was spread around town
By the women and children
Soon we'll be shipbuilding

Well I ask you
The boy said 'DAD THEY'RE GOING TO TAKE ME TO TASK
BUT I'LL BE BACK BY CHRISTMAS'

It's just a rumour that was spread around town
Somebody said that someone got filled in
For saying that people get killed in
The result of this shipbuilding

With all the will in the world
Diving for dear life
When we could be diving for pearls

It's just a rumour that was spread around town
A telegram or a picture postcard
Within weeks they'll be re-opening the shipyards
And notifying the next of kin
Once again

It's all we're skilled in
We will be shipbuilding
WITH ALL THE WILL IN THE WORLD
DIVING FOR DEAR LIFE
WHEN WE COULD BE DIVING FOR PEARLS

This town belongs to you and your tricks of confidence
All the pavements for miles around are littered with your footprints
Now every girl I get close to seems to be wearing your perfume
And the clock strikes the letters of your name
Both midnight and noon
But I used to shoot my mouth off
Till you'd had enough of me
Once or twice nightly
I know I've got my faults
And among them I can't control my tongue
But if you didn't believe me
Why did you have to leave me
With my mouth almighty

Mouth almighty that's what I've got
Mouth almighty telling you what's what
Mouth almighty
I wish I'd never opened my mouth almighty

so I threw away the rose and held onto the thorn
Crawling round with my crooner cufflinks and my calling card cologne
But the realization of being replaced starts to tell tales across my face
Without a soul to talk to or a hair out of place