Wild Again - Roger Chapman

Met on a Monday it was instant love

Come Tuesday morning there was no sign of

I searched the streets both high and low

I had no particular place to go

So I prowled the discos till the break of dawn

All the spots where Wednesday’s child would never haunt

Searched every cat house that I could

Well I mean, she never deemed to be no Jenny be good

Now this ain’t no whiskey — I’ll make it plain

Just good old fashioned 'Lovers Pain'

I’m getting wild again

Just like a child again

I’m getting wild again

Just like a child again

Now it’s Thursday, there’s still no sign

I gotta take tougher steps to find this love of mine

So I combed the alleys, but I took my gun

You know you can never bee too careful

Down them hit and runs

Come Friday morning

I’m running out of patience and I ran outta dope

Thought I’d give it just a' one more try

'Fore I knew it, 'twas Saturday night now

This ain’t no whiskey — or cocaine

Just good old fashioned 'Lovers Pain'

I’m getting wild again

Just like a child again

I’m getting wild again

Just like a child again

On rolled Sunday, I’m deep in despair

I’m so frustrated now I’m pulling out my hair

Walking by an oaken door I’m hit with a hymn

Thought, «Oh well, what the hell» and entered therein

Now wouldn’t you know it as I stepped in that place

I saw my lover over there in the preachers embrace

I said «It's took me a week to find you child»

She said «I'm sorry my man, I found you too wild»

Now this ain’t no whiskey — I’ll make it plain

Just good old fashioned

I got the hell of a 'Lovers Pain'

I’m getting wild again

Just like a child again

I’m getting wild again

Just like a child again

You know she hit me with this wild again stuff