Salt grips the road
Awaits his lift again
Street orange glow
Shades the odds against
One more sip
A shoe a miss
A shaving nick
One extra kiss
Who's to know, whatever!
Not up to me, not up to you
Not up to me, not up to you
Swings don't swing
The parks been dead for years
How do you know your last swing weren't your last for good
Hard book on freaks
Fresh summer peach
Creased magazine
Sugar chocolate treat
Who's to know, whatever!
Not up to me, not up to you
Not up to me, not up to you
The stree's so long where she lost her pocket purse
Kept the last picture of the man she committed first
Cracked windscreen rain
French murder play
Junk take away
Tired street parades
Who's to know, whatever!
Whatever!
Not up to me, not up to you
Not up to me, not up to you
Hey whatever!
Not up to me, not up to you
Not up to anything we do
Not up to me, not up to you
Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah
It' not up to me, it's not up to you
It's not up to you
It's not up to you
It's not up to you
Writer(s): Stuart Cable, Richard Mark Jones, Kelly Jones
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