Текст песни Long Face - Squeeze

I tossed about and roamed around
Looked in the shops and hit the town
My head was stuffed with bugs and eggs
I felt so rough and out of shape
The clouds puffed up like bags of sweets
That's just my luck, I couldn't eat
My guts were full of churning fear
With so much bull I had to clear
Then she said, "Stuff yourself, don't be a clown
Pick your wagon and take yourself right out of town
What's this long face that keeps on hanging around?"
She wouldn't say, I couldn't tell
This was the day I'd go to hell
I sulked around in such a mood
Until I found the one I'd screwed
And then it came as clear as mud
I was the pain that boiled the blood
And saw the faults, though there were none
Deep in the vaults where love begun
Then she said, "Stuff yourself, don't be a clown
Pick your wagon and take yourself right out of town
What's this long face that keeps on hanging around?"
And then she said, "Get a grip and shake this mood
Get a life and find yourself some attitude
What's this long face that keeps on hanging around?"
Then she said, "Stuff yourself, don't be a clown
Pick your wagon and take yourself right out of town
What's this long face that keeps on hanging around?"
And then she said, "Get a grip and shake this mood
Get a life and find yourself some attitude
What's this long face that keeps on hanging around?"