Up to Me - Joe Walsh

Take you to the cinema

and leave you in a Wimpy Bar

you tell me that we’ve gone to far

come running up to me.

Make the scene at Cousin Jack’s

leave him put the bottles back

mends his glasses that I cracked

well that one’s up to me.

Buy a silver cloud to ride

pack the tennis club inside

trouser cuffs hung far too wide

well it was up to me.

Tyres down on your bicicle

your nose feels like an icicle

the yellow fingered smoky girl

is looking up to me.

Well I’m a common working man

with a half of butter bread and jam

and if it pleases me I’ll put one one you man

when the copper fades away.

The rainy season comes to pass

the day-glo pirate sinks at last

and if I laughed a bit to fast.

Well it was up to me.