(If there's one thing worse than a murderer It's a dirty, rotten, stinking gra** And that goes for litterbugs as well Tara.) We'll get ya We'll get ya I am Michael Caine He's walking - where? I'm afraid I don't know I see the firemen jumping from the windows There's panic and I hear somebody scream He picks up useless paper And puts it in my pocket I'm trying very hard to keep my fingers clean I can't remember, tell me - what's his name? My name is Michael Caine And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep The sun is laughing; it's Another broken morning I see a shadow and call out to try and warn him He didn't seem to hear, just turned away The quiet fellow follows Points his fingers straight at you He had to sacrifice his pride, yes Throw it all away I am Michael Caine And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep His days are numbered, he walks Round and round in circles There is no place he can ever call his own He seems to jump at the sound of the phone Staring out the window There's nothing he can now do All he wanted was to remain sane He can't remember his own name My name is Michael Caine And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep And all I wanted was a word or photograph And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep at home And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep And all I wanted was a word or photograph And all I wanted was a word or photograph to keep