作詞
Neil Smith/Christopher Vanderkooy/Peter Wilton/Mikey Pascuzzi
作曲
Neil Smith/Christopher Vanderkooy/Peter Wilton/Mikey Pascuzzi
I want something always
More or less than what I have
Could be nothing
But I'll go in luck to be had
You couldn't make it up
'Least I don't think so, as you're coming on
And I'm backing up, feeling low
All my wretched little recipes are the same
Had one cuppa from you, and you'll know me by name
You couldn't make it up
'Least I don't think so as you're coming on
And I'm backing up, feeling low
Just last Tuesday morning
I recalled you at once
Your eyes shifting right on
Past my dorm, fucking up
You couldn't make it up
'Least I don't think so as you're coming on
And I'm backing up, feeling low
