Ian Dury - Game On lyrics

Although I nearly broke my neck trying to break the ice I think you're very nice Let's go and have a drink What'd you think? Throw a six and go to jail Although I've met a mouthy man or two before You've got the highest score I'm sure I don't mind if I do have a drink with you Or two Now you know I'll try and pull the verbal back a bit In case your ear-ache threatens our relationship As a master crook I've found out I'm a div So now I make a meagre living as a spiv Suitcha self I'm not sure I want to tell you much about me recently It's hard to put it decently I used to do exotic dances But nowadays I concentrate on taking stupid chances I feel like there's a bond with you I'm getting very fond of you It's good to correspond with you Wish I could abscond with you Well, well, ah well, well, well Well, well, ah well, well, well Well, well, ah well, well, well Well, well, ah well, well, well Welcome to my quarters, pull a bed up Sorry it's a tip, it's furnished from a skip I rarely entertain here, usually I roll back pissed Get blocked and fall straight in and kip More fool me I'm a very nosy person - can I look? God you've got a lot of books, haven't you? I'm not much of a reader myself Literature rather left me on the shelf as it were I mean was The days it isn't going well, I tell the world to go to hell And slam up here with Edgar Allen Poe and Ruth Rendell And I feel better straight away That's all I can say about books When I wake up and this is all gone And something spoils it, it was all bollocks anyway It will still be good Well, well, ah well, well, well Well, well, ah well, well, well Well, well, ah well, well, well Well, well, ah well, well, well