Come out of pub, the shop is closed, come out of pub, Harry wants to know When the next bus is, I said five or ten minutes, I had my change in my hands The bus flashes past, my hands are caught
Just couldn't get ahead, I just couldn't get ahead Couldn't get ahead, just couldn't get ahead
In a week, earned money for month, got all my jobs done My eyelids were sick of it, gist was I could sleep for a day But bad bills have no respect for a decent man's rest Flopping on the doorstep, outlined in colour red
Just couldn't get ahead, I just couldn't get ahead Couldn't get ahead, I just couldn't get ahead
On an Asiatic plane with wings not of the grain Toilet queue was endless; couldn't get a beer The hostesses were muslims. When I get in toilet, light flashes: "Return to seat" I feared withdrawal and I feared beer was making sludge of my head
Couldn't get ahead, I just couldn't get ahead Couldn't get ahead, I just couldn't get ahead
Now my problems are solved, it's a remedy of old I pretend I'm blind, you see, put on some Armani clothes And act like E.T. Where I'm at is a cabbage patch, no longer strewn with weeds. Have a Gandhi at me Colour mags wish me well, no more, no get ahead
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