| Well, I’m back to make your face |
| So it smiles once again |
| And harpoon you like a whale |
| With a bent and rusty nail |
| If your husband knew, he’d say |
| That you’re living in sin |
| Well, if grinnin' is a sin |
| That’s the reason I’m here |
| Back with you, Mrs Blear |
| Sleep on, dear |
| Deep and easy, our night man is here |
| I’ll steal your dreams for my shiny gold chain |
| And you’ll wake with your eyes full of rain |
| Finding I’ve disappeared |
| I don’t think of yesterday |
| Merely drum out the sound |
| But forgetting you was hard |
| That’s why I’m back in town |
| And you had a loveless week |
| And the world’s let you down |
| But I’ll make it up somehow |
| There are ways, Mrs Brown |
| That’s why I’m back in town |
| Sleep on, dear |
| For the night wouldn’t dare interfere |
| And the ghosts of my cigarette play |
| On the ceiling, and time drifts away |
| With the burden it bears |
| Remember me |
| I’ve already forgotten you |
| And make your beds for me |
| For the things we ought not to do |
| Drive us all |
| 'Round the bend |