When Sunday morning dandruff turns out to be confetti
And the cost of living in sin would make a poor man out of Paul
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The girl in your dreams would have you up on an under age
charge
And the man of the moment is the lifer at large


[Chorus:]
If you've got something to hide, if you've got something to

sell
If you've got somebody's pride she might kiss and tell
Or wind up with a fight fan in the Hammersmith Hotel

You better speak up now if you want your piece
You better speak up now
It won't mean a thing later

Yesterday's news is tomorrow's fish and chip paper

Your girl says she's leaving and this time she really means

it
You can just look at the pictures, you don't actually have to
read it

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
There's a man in the launderette and he's looking through your
underwear

for clues
And the milkman is working through the News of the Screws


He says...
[Chorus]