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Obscurity Knocks - The Trash Can Sinatras

Lyrics by：John Douglas/Francis Reader/Paul Livingston

Composed by：John Douglas/Francis Reader/Paul Livingston

Always at the foot of the photograph–that's me there

Snug as a thug in a mugshot pose a foul-mouthed rogue

Owner of this corner and not much more

Still these days I'm better placed to get my just rewards

I'll pound out a tune and very soon

I'll have too much to say and a dead stupid name

Though I ought to be learning I feel like a veteran

Of oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems

Calendars crumble I'm knee deep in numbers

I've turned 21 I've twist I'm bust and wrong again

Rubbing shoulders with the sheets till two

Looking at my watch and I'm half-past caring

In the lap of luxury it comes to mind

Is this headboard hard am I a lap behind

But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself

Is the kind of fate I never contemplate

Lots of people would cry though none spring to mind

Come through I

Ought to be learning I feel like a veteran

Of oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems

Calendars crumble I'm knee deep in numbers

I've turned 21 I've twist I'm bust and wrong again

Know what it's like

To sigh at the sight of the first quarter of life

Ever stopped to think and found out nothing was there

They laugh to see such fun

I'm playing blind man's bluff all by myself

All by myself

And they're chanting a line from a nursery rhyme

Ba ba bleary eyes–have you any idea

Years of learning I must be a veteran

Of oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems

And the calendar's cluttered with days that are numbered

I've turned 21 I've twist I'm bust and wrong again

Ought to be learning

Twist I'm bust and wrong again

Feel like a veteran

Twist I'm bust and wrong again

Calendar's cluttered

With days that are numbered

And I know what it's like

To sigh at the sight

Of the first quarter of life

And I know what it's like