News To Me

Yeah, the whistle blows, and he makes his tea, and he wipes his nose
He's an English man, and he's frying up in the frying pan
He's so sophisticated, and he's never on time and he's never late
'Cause he's sitting in the bath, and he's making it hot and he's making it last

And this is all news to me, yeah, I was wrapped up in a ball
And if you're living for something, that's something, yeah
You might have it all

Yeah, he locks the door, and does the things, he's done before, real tight again
Tying on another year
There's a photograph, in his wallet by his cash of a girl he loves
She's the one he's thinking of

And this is all news to me, I was wrapped up in a ball
And if you're living for something, that's something, yeah
You might have it all
And if you're thinking that nothing is something, yeah
Then you've already fallen
And I don't know, I might, but if you've got love, let go

Yeah, yeah, yeah, he's an English man, and the whistle blows
Yeah, yeah, he's got a second chance, and the whistle blows
Yeah, yeah, yeah, he's an English man, and the whistle blows
Yeah, yeah, yeah, he's got a second chance, and the whistle blows

And if you're living for something, that's something, yeah
Then you might have it all
And if you're thinking that nothing is something
Then you've already fallen