Lyrics Ian Dury – Game On

Although I nearly broke my neck trying to break the ice
I think you’re very nice
Let’s go and have a drink
What do you think?

Although I’ve met a mouthy man or two before
You’ve got the highest score, I’m sure
I don’t mind if I do have a drink with you
Or two
Game on

I’ll try and pull the verbal back a bit
In case your earache threatens our relationship
As a master crook I’ve found out I’m a div
So now I make a meagre living as a spiv

It’s all Jekyll

I’m not sure I want to tell you much about me recently
It’s hard to put it decently
I used to do exotic dances
But nowadays I concentrate on taking stupid chances

I feel like there’s a bond with you
I’m getting very fond of you
It’s good to correspond with you
Wish I could abscond with you

Well, well, ah well, well, well
Well, well, ah well, well, well
Well, well, ah well, well, well
Well, well, ah well, well, well

Welcome to my quarters, pull a bed up
Sorry it’s a tip, it’s furnished from a skip
I rarely entertain here, usually I roll back pissed

I’m a very nosy person — can I look?
God, you’ve got a lot of books, haven’t you?
I’m not much of a reader myself
Literature rather left me on the shelf as it were
I mean was

The days it isn’t going well, I tell the world to go to hell
And slam up here with Edgar Allen Poe or Ruth Rendell
And I feel better straight away
That’s all I can say about books

When I wake up and this is all gone
Or something spoils it, and it was all bollocks anyway
It will still be good

Well, well, ah well, well, well
Well, well, ah well, well, well
Well, well, ah well, well, well
Well, well, ah well, well, well