Robert Nightman's Story Songtext

von Furniture

I'm not much when it comes to conversation
Except when I'm pillow talking
Talking blues
Ordering a meal
I can't boast a lot of education
But I feel my way around
Fists in the air, ear to the ground

Why is the thrill of it hard to explain?
Jumping the cars on the mystery train
Fancy a whisky or something to eat
Say boys, I'm free for the rest of the week

People think I'm fond of my situation
I've been going out with the lights
Dodging the law
Dancing till dawn
In fact I'd say I'm a mine of information
If you ask me the time
How to play cards
The way to a bar
What good is that to anyone?

Why is the thrill of it hard to explain?
Jumping the cars on the mystery train
Fancy a whisky or something to eat
Say girls, I'm free for the rest of the week

This is Robert's story
Robert Nightman's story, I'm telling
That bit is fiction, this part is true
The one who wants me I don't want
The one I want don't want to know
The one who wants me I don't want
The one I want don't want to know