| Today, everything was fine |
| Until roundabout, quarter to nine |
| I suddenly found myself in a bind, a bind |
| Was it something I said? |
| Something I read and manifested that’s getting you down |
| Don’t you dare come to bed with that ambiguous look in your eye |
| I’d sooner sleep by an open fire and wake up fried |
| Say what you will |
| Say what you mean |
| No, you could never offend |
| Your dirty words come out clean |
| Tomorrow, what price will I pay? |
| Could I make it all up to you by serving coffee for two in bed? |
| Would you then gimme the time of day? |
| I need a map of your head |
| Translated into English |
| So I can learn not to make you frown |
| You’d feel better if you’d vent |
| Put your frustrations into four letter words |
| And let them out on mine |
| The most weathered ears in town |
| Say what you will |
| Say what you mean |
| No, you could never offend |
| Your dirty words come out clean |
| Clean, clean |
| Clean, clean-clean |
| Clean-clean |
| Say what you will |
| Say what you mean |
| No, you could never offend |
| Your dirty words come out clean |