Paintbox

Written by：Richard Wright

Last night I had too much to drink

Sitting in a club with so many fools

Playing to rules

Trying to impress

But feeling rather empty

I had another drink

A drink a drink a drink a drink a drink

What a way to spend that evening

They all turn up with their friends

Playing the game

They're in the scene

Oh I should have been

Fa a ar away

A way a way a way a way a way

Getting up I feel so bad

Remembering what's been before

I open the door

To an empty room

Then I forget

The telephone rings and someone speaks

She would very much like to go

Out to a show

So what can I do

I can't think what to say

She sees through anyway

A way a way a way a way a way

Out of the front door I go

Traffic's moving rather slow

Arriving late

There she waits looking very angry

As cross as she can be

A be a be a be a be

Getting up I feel so bad

Remembering what's been before

I open the door

To an empty room

Then I forget

Ah ha ha ha ha

Ah ha ha ha ha