Pick It Up - Fast Romantics

Four in the morning

Never really felt right

We’ve been staying up so late

We’re still looking for the night

We’ve got the television dancing

I’m in a telephone hurricane

We got that photographic dreaming

But I can hear my Momma say

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick yourself up

Nothing’s gonna happen

If you’re broken down all day

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick yourself up

Nothing ever happens

When you mess around that way

I know I said I’d be a millionaire

By the time I turned twenty-eight

There was a million ways to get there

I took a wrong turn at the gate

I got a stomach full of hunger

I know my heart is full of gold

I want to give my body to ya

Before it gets to old, all right

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick yourself up

Nothing’s gonna happen

If you’re broken down all day

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick yourself up

Nothing ever happens

When you mess around that way

La la la la la

La la la la

La la la la la la la la la

La la la la la

La la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la la

La la la la la

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick yourself up

Nothing’s gonna happen

When you mess around that way

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick yourself up

Nothing’s gonna happen

When you’re broken down all day

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick it up

Pick it up, pick yourself up

Nothing ever happens

Nothing ever happens (Ah!)

Nothing ever happens (I said)

Nothing ever happens

When you mess around that way