(*Gillan, Morris) I put my bags down for a minute I put the phone down for a while I must have done something bad and wicked Or I'd have got more than just an evil smile It's not my job to see the future Right now is bad enough But if I don't get out of here It's going to get worse It's going to get rough All day, all night Forever moaning I think it's a sign All day, all night Whatever I do She thinks it's a crime I throw my hands up in surrender She put her foot down, I rest my case She's gonna hurt me now and forever With that bad look on her face Now the future's not too certain Thinking about it makes me twitch But if I don't get out of here It's going to get worse If I stay with that girl All day, all night She won't stop moaning I think it's a sign All day, all night Whatever I do She thinks it's a crime