St. Pancras better hold me down
explain to me this turn-around
de-railed with all the best intention
every smile you'd care to mention
realize too late where we should be
what he wants and who I need
St. Pancras better call the shots
he knows all about my mental block
put in a word for those who spoke
remind them how to take a joke
down and out below the belt
now I know how the sergeant must have felt
Another good love affair
got lost in the swing
another good lover lost
in the swing of things
sometimes you've got to make up your own mind
sometimes it seems like you're being unkind
but then it's always hard
- wounded but still at large
St. Pancras, can't you bend the rules
love shouldn't have to be so cruel
pull up a chair and fix the cards
St. Pancras won't you help me out
bear me out or share my doubt
it's not up to him ' it's down to me
a servant to the same disease
waiting at the aerodrome
for some kind saint to drive me home
St. Pancras better call the shots
'til auld acquaintance be forgot
put in a word for those who spoke
remind them how to take a joke
waiting at the aerodrome
for some kind saint to drive me home