Game On - Ian Dury

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’d you think?

Throw a six and go to jail

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

Now you know

I’ll try and pull the verbal back a bit

In case your ear-ache 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

Suitcha self

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

Get blocked and fall straight in and kip

More fool me

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 and 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

And something spoils it, 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