Best Of Both Worlds - The Jam, Peter Wilson

You’re so wrapped up in your Jekyll-Hyde life

And the wife and the kids can see plainer than light

Keeper for them and the wife of before

Just to lie and get out that door

Best of Both Worlds

Best of Both Worlds

You act the part you swore to play

In fact you might win an Oscar someday

A tone and a favour could ruin their lives

Placed amongst pictures of you and the wife

Best of Both Worlds

Best of Both Worlds

I know it’s too late to change my strategy

I know that I’m broke but I can’t seem to pull away

Any way I move they turn their backs to me

What’s the use they don’t ven speak to me

What dos it matter now?

They don’t seem to care

There’s nothing left to share

Way up in that towerblock fortress

The view is of car-dumps and disused gasworks

They don’t come see you play around anymore

Cos they’ve packed your bags and left them outside the door