Pinball

Pinball - Paul Weller

Lyrics by：Brian Protheroe

Produced by：Steve Cradock

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 no longer know it all

And they say that you never know when you're insane

Got fleas in the bedroom

Got flies in the 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

'Bout a boy who was lazy

But it didn't work out

'Cause they just couldn't make it rhyme

Hey Jude you were all right

I could've 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?

Mmmmm

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 all right

I could've grooved with you all night

And I've been on the pale ale

And I feel like I'm in jail

And I feel like a pinball

And I feel like a pinball