Protheroe Brian - Pinball Lyrics
And I`ve run out of pale ale
And I feel like I`m in jail
And my music bores me once again
And I`ve been on the pinball
And I know longer know it all
And they say that you never know when you`re insane
Got fleas in my bedroom
Got flies in my bathroom
And the cat just finished off the bread
So I walk over Soho
And I read about Monroe
And I wonder was she really what they said
Got a call from a good friend
Come on down for the weekend
Didn`t know if I could spare the time
I knew a woman who was crazy
About a boy who was lazy
But it didn`t work out `cos they just couldn`t make it rhyme
Hey Jude you were alright
I could have grooved with you all night
But you turned your back on the party game
Mama if i keep my head clean
Will I really have a good dream
Or will I wake up in confusion just the same
And I`ve run out of pale ale
And I feel like I`m in jail
Got fleas in the bedroom
Got flies in the bathroom
Got a call from a good friend
Come on down for the weekend
Hey Jude you were alright
I could have grooved with you all night
And I`ve been on the pale ale
And I feel like a pinball. . .
