Fucking Ada - Ian Dury, The Blockheads

Moments of sadness moments of guilt

Stains on the memory stains on the quilt

Chapter of incidence chapter and verse

Subheading chronic paragraph worse

Lost in the limelight baked in the blaze

Did it for nine pence those were the days

Give me my acre and give me my plough

Tell me tomorrow don’t bother me now

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Times at a distance times without touch

Greed forms the habit of asking too much

Followed at bedtime by builders and bells

Wait 'til the doldrums which nothing dispels

Bodily mentally doubtful and dread

Who runs with the beans shall go stale with the bread

Let me lie fallow in dormant dismay

Tell me tomorrow don’t bother today

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Tried like a good 'un did it all wrong

Thought that the hard way was taking too long

Too late for regret or chemical change

Yesterday’s targets have gone out of range

Failure enfolds me with clammy green arms

Damn the excursions and blast the alarms

For the rest of what’s natural I’ll lay on the ground

Tell me tomorrow if I’m still around

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada