It took 10 years to realise
why the angels start to cry
When you roll on down the lane
Your happy smile your funny name
I'm not really mean
so don't take it hard
When I ask you
to run round the yard
It's so hopeless to define
Why you jump to close the blinds
you know i'd held you if i could
but both my arms are
made of wood
Just don't mean the things I say
it's only cos you're made that way
sorry for laughing
there's too much happening
sorry for laughing
there's too much happening
when we groove on into town
Charles Atlas he start to frown
Cos he's not made
like me and you
just can't do the things we do
it's times like these
you have to pay
so sorry to turn on that way