Song Lyrics

They asked me to sleep on the floor
The people were running galore
They asked for the time to make a number a-changes
And I let them

I sat on my case in the hall
The window would seemingly look tall
How long does it take to make a number a-changes When you let them

The case of another man was opened
And the contents were lying on the floor
I could tell by his face
He's a man like myself that's for sure

I was there for a fortnight or more
The place is full up to the door
My mind was deranged an' my habits were changed
Since I let them

I finished my chum nine till four
I thought that my boss do the score
It makes you feel sick when you think of the trick
They can add to

The locks on the windows were made
By yourself not to open
Come to think of it now
That if I were a child they'd be broken

I now spend a year behind this door
The doctors would see me no more
They asked me to sign with a pen on the line
I was done for

Don Powell, Jim Lea, Neville Holder