Текст песни Pinball - Paul Weller

Pinball

And I've run out of pale ale
And I feel like I'm in jail
And my music bores me once again
And I've been on the pinball
And I no longer know it all
And they say that you never know when you're insane

Got fleas in the bedroom
Got flies in the bathroom
And the cat just finished off the bread
So I walk over Soho
And I read about Monroe
And I wonder, was she really what they said?

Got a call from a good friend
"Come on down for the weekend"
Didn't know if I could spare the time
I knew a woman who was crazy
'Bout a boy who was lazy
But it didn't work out 'cause they just couldn't make it rhyme

Hey, Jude, you were all right
I could've grooved with you all night
But you turned your back on the party game, yeah
Mama, if I keep my head clean
Will I really have a good dream?
Or will I wake up in confusion just the same?

And I've run out of pale ale
(And I've been on the pinball)
And I feel like I'm in jail
(And I no longer know it all)
Got fleas in the bedroom
(So I walk over Soho)
Got flies in the bathroom
(And I read about Monroe)
Got a call from a good friend
(Knew a woman who was crazy)
Come on down for the weekend
('Bout a boy who was lazy)
Hey, Jude, you were all right
(Mama, if I keep my head clean)
I could've grooved with you all night
(Will I really have a good dream?)
And I've been on the pale ale
(And I've been on the pale ale)
And I feel like a pinball
(And I feel like a pinball)
And I feel like a pinball
And I feel like a pinball