Level 42 - Hot water
Tell me something
Why do I always find it hard just to get along?
Try my best for nothing
Every little thing I do is wrong
Feel it in my brain
Driving me insane
Round and round, the same old tune.
Daddy's on the phone
You know you're not alone
Turn that down and clean up your room.
Sons and daughters
Don't fall in, in hot water
Sons and daughters
They don't do what they oughta.
Tell you something
(what?)
Music is the key to set me free
To the beat
(on the street)
I'm jumping
Forgetting all the things they say 'bout me.
Here it comes again
Chugging like a train
Round and round an impaccable groove
I know it's getting late
But I won't hesitate
Can't slow down, got to do what I do
Sons and daughters
Always in hot water
Wasting time
Is a crime in their eyes
I'm still young
So much time to decide what to do
I don't need confirmation
For my boyhood extrapolation
Though I'm not sure of my direction
I have the groove for my protection.
Here it comes again
Chugging like a train
Round and round turning back on the groove
I know it's getting late
But I won't hesitate
Can't slow down, got to do what I do
Repeat chorus
Writer(s): Mark King, Wally Badarou, Phil Gould, Michael David Lindup
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