Mott The Hoople Growing Man Blues
All right, come on now
Well it's Sunday afternoon
I'm sitting in my living room
And I'm stung by love
Baby, don't care about me
She got a place on the North End Road
I been around, the curtains were closed
And I'm stung by love, stung by love
Baby, don't care about me
I got the growing man blues
Can't get it on the National Health
I got the growing man blues
Guess I'll have to get it myself
Come on, all right
Yeah yeah
Well, I follow her around
She means another [Incomprehensible]
And I'm stung by love
Baby, don't care about me
I'm shy [Incomprehensible]
It's about eleven when she turns off the light
And I'm stung by love, stung by love
Baby, don't care about me
I got the growing man blues
Can't get it on the National Health
I got the growing man blues
Guess I'll have to get it myself
Yeah oh no yeah hey hey oh yeah oh
Oh all right, yeah
He's got the growing man blues
Can't get it on the National Health
I got the growing man blues
Guess I'll have to get it myself, all right
