BUS STOP
Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say
'Please share my umbrella'
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella, we employed it
By August she was mine
Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she bought
Other people stared as if we were both quite insane
Some day, my name and hers are going to be the same
That’s the way the whole thing started
Silly but it's true
Thinking if a sweet romance
Beginning in a queue
Came the sun, the ice was melting
No more sheltering now
Nice to think that that umbrella
Led me to a vow
Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she bought
Other people stared as if we were both quite insane
Some day, my name and hers are going to be the same
Came the sun, the ice was melting
No more sheltering now
Nice to think that that umbrella
Led me to a vow

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BEHIND THE DOOR
Behind the door of every house
In every street in every town
A story is unfolding, a story is unfolding
Of love and hate, remorseless fate
Of hopes and fears, and smiles and tears
Of dreams that lie a mouldering
Behind the door of every house
In every street in every town
The stage is set for playing
An act of crime, a pantomime
A sweet romance, a ritual dance
The characters are praying
Behind the door of every house
In every street in every town
The people are awaiting
The people are awaiting
To bear and die, the years go by
The wedding spree, the funeral tea
And still they go on mating
And to the one, the only one
Remembered when the 'meter men'
Gets played again
The Presley crowd are sending their pro-pelvic love
To the one above
Asking for, asking for, asking for, asking for
A happy ending, a happy ending

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PAWNBROKER
Under the sign of the old pawnbroker
There rest the memories of past success
All that I value is in his keeping
He is the guardian of everything I possess
Trophies inscribed with my name in honour
Medals for races that I have won
Prizes for fights in which I was victor
So what the hell I say, what's gone is gone
All is gone
In on Monday, out on Friday
I'm the only one to blame
Waiting for that Thursday's pay day
Every week it's just the same
Behind the grille wearing gold-rimmed glasses
The old man values the cost of fears
Trumpets, guitars, burly concertinas,
A sighing orchestra
Lamenting poor wasted years
In on Monday, out on Friday
I'm the only one to blame
Waiting for that Thursday's pay day
Every week it's just the same
Under the sign of the old pawnbroker
Pray all the losers in life's contest
Some hurry back to redeem their pledges
My promise I'll redeem
The day that I'm laid to rest
In on Monday, out on Friday
I'm the only one to blame
Waiting for that Thursday's pay day
Every week it's just the same
Under the sign of the old pawnbroker
There rest the memories of past success
All that I value is in his keeping
He is the guardian of everything I possess
Everything I possess, everything I possess

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WHO ARE THEY?
Who are they? Where they're bound
The faceless mess on the merry-go-round
Who are they? Who are they?
9 to 5 every day
They never say what they're going to say
Who are they? On their way
They resemble everybody
Drip dried, dressed, unshrinkable
Who can they be?
They're you and me, they're we
Getting wed, going to bed
Two kids to feed and the mortgage ahead
Who are they? Who are they?
They resemble everybody
Drip dried, dressed, unshrinkable
Who can they be?
They're you and me, they're we
So thye go on and on
So much to do yet nothing's done
What a shame. What's their name?
They're you, they're me, they're we
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MY FATHER
My father knows more than I'll ever know
My father's been places I'll never go
I want to know, want to know
All the words and phrases
I want to show, want to show
His fine airs and graces
If only it were me
My father's fought battles I've never fought
My father's brings pleasures I've never bought
I want the style, want the style
And sophistication
And have the gift, have the gift
Of appreciation
If only it were me
But it's no use being somebody else
On my own two feet I've got to meet
The world alone, I'm on my own, just me
Independent and free
My father knows more than I'll ever know
My father's gone places I'll never go
Don't have the sound, have the sound
Of his voice so charming
Don’t have the guile, have the guile
Of his smile disarming
If only it were me
But it's no use being somebody else
On my own two feet I've got to meet
The world alone, I'm on my own, just me
Independent and free
The son of my father

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NO MILK TODAY
No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands forlorn, a symbol of the dawn
No milk today, it seems a common sight
But people passing by don’t know the reason why
How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know a palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen
No milk today, it wasn’t always so
The company was gay, we turned night into day
But all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two down
No milk today, it wasn’t always so
The company was gay, we turned night into day
As music played, the faster we did dance
We felt it both at once, the start of our romance
How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know a palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen
No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands forlorn, a symbol of the dawn
But all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two down, just two up two down

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UPSTAIRS, DOWNSTAIRS
Upstairs, mm, mmm, downstairs, mm, mmm
Upstairs, mm, mmm, downstairs
Upstairs every night
There's a boy listening to his radio
Downstairs just one flight
Sits a girl listening from the floor below
Upstairs just one flight
A boy waits patiently
Each one knowing that the other one's there
Each one hoping that the other will dare
To climb the stair
Upstairs, mm, mmm, downstairs, mm, mmm
Upstairs, mm, mmm, downstairs
Upstairs in the night
The boy is crying from the moon below
He goes down one flight
And dries her tear-filled eyes
Upstairs every night
All is quiet in the room above
Downstairs just one flight
There's nothing to be said
Now the lonely girl and boy have met
The upstairs room is advertised 'to let'
Now these two have met
Upstairs, mm, mmm, downstairs, mm, mmm
Upstairs, mm, mmm, downstairs

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FOR YOUR LOVE
For your love, for your love, for your love
I would give you everything and more and that's for sure
For your love
I would give you diamond rings and things right to your door
For your love
To thrill you with delight, I'd give you diamonds bright
And then a gift that will excite
I'll make you dream of me at night
For your love, for your love, for your love
For your love, for your love, I would give the stars above
For your love, for your love, I would give you all I could
For your love, for your love, for your love
I'd give the moon if it were mine to give
For your love
I'd give the stars and the sun for I live
For your love
To thrill you with delight, I'd give you diamonds bright
And then a gift that will excite
I'll make you dream of me at night
For your love, for your love, for your love
For your love, for your love, for your love
For your love, for your love

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PAMELA, PAMELA
Pamela, Pamela, remember the days
Of inkwells and apples and sick and school plays
When little Brer Rabbit kissed
Pooh in the wood
And fluff was the cat that sat on the rug
Oh Pamela I remember so well
When Laurel and hardy were shown at the flicks
With sticky red lollies on splintery sticks
Pigtails and ribbons and crushes on Miss
Secret discussions about her first kiss
But you were young and everything was new
Impatient to do things you couldn't do
Oh, Pamela, Pamela, you started to grow
Answers to questions you wanted to know
When the rest of your childhood forgets as a dream
And the harshness of life ends those peaches and cream
When Laurel and hardy were shown at the flicks
With sticky red lollies on splintery sticks
Pigtails and ribbons and crushes on Miss
Secret discussions about her first kiss
But you were young and everything was new
Impatient to do things yoooou couldn't doooo

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CHESTNUT
All of us were doomed to die
When we had lived a minute
I think I know what Anne and I
Would wish to happen in it
We'd let our sixty seconds run
Where chestnut blossoms harden
Some early morning in Kensington
When spring is in the gardens

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