All Fed Up

I’m fed up with my bedsitter and cooking on a stove The meter’s always empty, I’m always on my own I’m fed up with the posters that hang up on my walls It might as well be prison, except I think I got a hall My record player’s choking because I have to keep it down The stylus sounds much louder than the speakers on the ground The man above’s on day shift, the man below’s on nights I’m fed up with my neighbours and things that they don’t like I’m fed up with my bedsitter when entertaining guests There’s no room for a party as for love there’s much less The mess above the mirror reminds me of my past That once I lived in heaven and every night I danced Landlord or Lady I bought myself a tent I’m fed up with my bedsit and I haven’t got the rent And I’m joining a rock ‘n’ roll band for the love And I’m joining a rock ‘n’ roll band ‘cos I’m all fed up Yeah, I’m all fed up Yeah, I’m all fed up