he s just a local boy modelling for magazines nun chukka things are never quite as they seem he s got throwing stars he s got silver tops mama s grabbed her jewellery hidden in the bathroom calling the cops bridge give me somewhere to go don t give me train rides when the shops are all closed don t give me train rides chorus never gave anyone the slightest notion never showed us that the call was cast mama don t want you daddy don t want you your motor s running way too fast now the mallway s shuttered hanging in the afternoon drink a little vodka picking up the old man rolling him round in her room