Dave - Joe Jackson

Dave lives in a cave under a hill

A little way from the sea

Two cups of tea

And rashers for breakfast, well done

Works until one, no need to run

Just what he needs to live

Head like a sieve

Still you can’t call him a slave

And you and me just keep on

Rushing round the world

To chase the perfect crime

Could it be that while we’re

Rushing round the world

We’re wasting all our time

Dave watches the waves

They come and go, so he don’t have to

Why reach for the sky

He got a job once in Spain, away from the rain

Got on a train

Turned around, came right back, on the same track

Why doesn’t he just behave

And you and me just keep on

Rushing round the world

To chase the perfect crime

Could it be that while we’re

Rushing round the world

We’re wasting all our time

Dave lies in his grave

Under the hill, somebody took his place

With the same face

Whistles the same tone-deaf tune

Works until noon, howls at the moon

Maybe he’ll call in sick

Head like a brick

Says you can just call him Dave

And you and me just keep on

Rushing round the world

To chase the perfect crime

Could it be that while we’re

Rushing round the world

We’re wasting all our time

Wasting all our time

Wasting all our time

Wasting all our time

Wasting all our time