One For The Road - Rick Wakeman

You’re standing hands in pockets

Back to the wall

19 and six foot two

But not standing tall

He’s got a bit

He’ll catch a girlfriend or two

But black white or yellow

His color is blue

Hey, get on with life

Stop moaning

Get off your back

Where’s the spirit that

This beat generation lacks

You’ve no pride

No moral fibre, no rules, no code

I’m not like you

I’ll have one for the road

But some part’s been broken

Up on the sad and low

She knows he won’t be Calling her name anymore

She spends all day gazing

Down at the square

Wondering what happened to The perfect affair

Hey, get on with life

Stop moaning

Get off your back

Where’s the spirit that

This beat generation lacks

You’ve no pride

No moral fibre, no rules, no code

I’m not like you

The boys all roam London

Where you’ve got nothing

You’ve got a lot

To prove or die

They’ll raise a little local trouble

Corner some, and break some more

Tell them why

They’re outta work

And in the hole

On the streets again

They ain’t no never (gonna have)

Any life

They’re out of work again

With three million friends

In the line

The boys are on the move

When you’ve got nothing

You got a lot to prove

Or die

(It's no good to me)

I’ll have one for the road

(It's no good to me)

Just one for the road

(It's nothing to me)

I’ll have one for the road

(It's nothing to me)

One for the road

It’s nothing to me Nothing to me Nothing to me

(Backs to the wall, the wall)

He’s in the bar

Where he’s been half the nights

There ain’t no problem

That he hasn’t put right

He knows the way to get shot of his load

Solves every crisis

With a foot on the road

Hey, get on with life

Stop fooling

Get off your back

Where’s the spirit that

This beat generation lacks

You’ve no pride

No moral fibre, no rules, no code

I’m not like you

I’ll have one for the road

I’ll have one for the road

One for the road.