Fish and chips, sandpaper lips and a rainy pavement
Soho lights, another night, thinking of you
Black cat, sat on a wall, winks at me darkly
Suggesting ways and means that I might win a smileAs you leave the place where you work until 12.30
And the policemen nods as you pass along his beat
Sweaty feet, troubled brow, we're all in the same game, lady
Life's no bowl of cherries, it's a black and white strip cartoonI've been warned that you and your friends are crazy
As from your hearts you bare your parts to the gentlemen
Who, while they drool, trying to keep cool
Spill their Scotch and waterBut I'm not that way, I must say, I'd much prefer to see
You in your texturised rubber rain wear around 12.30
Come and play shades of grey in my black and white strip cartoon
Strip cartoon is all I'm afterStrip cartoon is all I crave
So come to my place around 12.30
'Cos I'm a leading politician
At a dangerous age