Call me morbid, call me pale
I`ve spent six years on your trail
Six long years
On your trail
Call me morbid, call me pale
I`ve spent six years on your trail
Six full years of my life on your trail
And if you have five seconds to spare
Then I`ll tell you the story of my life :
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
I went to London and I
I booked myself in at the Y ... W.C.A.
I said : I like it here - can I stay ?
I like it here - can I stay ?
And do you have a vacancy
For a Back-scrubber?
She was left behind, and sour
And she wrote to me, equally dour
She said : In the days when you were
Hopelessly poor
I just liked you more...
And if you have five seconds to spare
Then I`ll tell you the story of my life :
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
I went to London and I
I booked myself in at the Y ... W.C.A.
I said : I like it here - can I stay ?
I like it here - can I stay ?
And do you have a vacancy
For a Back-scrubber ?
Call me morbid, call me pale
I`ve spent too long on your trail
Far too long
Chasing your tail
Oh ...
And if you have five seconds to spare
Then I`ll tell you the story of my life :
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
That`s the story of my life
Sixteen, clumsy and shy
The story of my life
That`s the story of my life
That`s the story of my life
That`s the story of my life
The story of my life
That`s the story of my life
That`s the story of my life