Kevin Coyne - Shake My Hand lyrics

I've seen you, baby, with another boy Yes another, only nine years old Don't you think the difference shows? I'm only twenty-eight, baby And I have a little style, alright I've experienced just a few little things I could make it in a while If you let me hold your hand Shake your hand, hold your hand Alright, I'm a loser, baby I don't wear short pants and socks Don't have a lot of curly hair Tumbling down in golden locks Maybe you'll have a way with him How should I really know? But if you have a way with me Then baby, please let it show Come on Shake my hand, shake my hand Shake my hand, hold my hand I've seen your blood boiling, baby When I accused you of stealing children But you're, you're, you don't like the lies You don't like it, baby, and I put you in the wilderness Thrown you among the thistles, baby Down among the brown weeds To see you running with those youngsters Makes a smart man bleed Oh, let me hold your hand Hold your hand, hold your hand Hold your hand Just one little note to you, baby Written on an exercise book before I go Little blue one, you never seen before Lines from the top and lines to the bottom Written in bright red ink It says, 'The teacher stinks' Forty-five and with a boy of nine She wants to get with somebody who can really do time And shake her hand Shake her hand, shake her hand Shake her hand, hold her hand Shake her hand, baby, and I'll shake yours Shake her hand, baby, and I'll shake yours Shake her hand, baby, and I'll shake yours Shake her hand