Lyrics Australian Crawl – Unpublished Critics

I’m just a shy romantic with my eyes on the loose
I’m in a overcoated way
A poet in a garret
You know what people say

Ah, Ahh, well I don’t wanna know what’s going round here
Ah, Ahh, it’s just a matter of time, hold it under light
Ah, Ahh, I’ve got to get away, to get away, to get away

The singer in the band, he sweat on a pose
And he’s really such a jerk
Thinks he can call me stupid
Because he gets a lot of work
I’m standing in the background, got my arms on the fold
And every dog’s gonna have it’s day
The New Musical Express and my own 4-way P.A.

Well, I’ve been reading those biographies in paperback
I’ve got a death-wish that I can’t explain
I’ve been working on that petulance
And the urchin took my name

Ah, Ahh, well I don’t wanna know what’s going round here
Ah, Ahh, it’s just a matter of time, hold it under light
Ah, Ahh, I’ve got to get away, to get away, to get away