(A Dancing Master Such as) Mr. Confess

There’s a tension when we’re walking

There’s a tension when we’re talking

And I’m waiting and I’ve done nothing at all

But what for, I’m feeling ?

I can drink something, I can eat something

I can get up in the morning

There’s a tension when we’re walking

There’s a tension when we’re talking

And I don’t say much, not much

Oh I haven’t done very much

Oh the streets they never change

And these days may never break

Oh there's nothing much to do

And so what do you do?

I've got me pride

There’s a tension when we’re walking

There’s a tension when we’re talking

I hope it's me

I'm so magnificent

I don't need no equipment

I'm the one that you want

I'm homeless

I'm penniless

Give me all your money

Give me all your love

I won't leave you lonely but you can't resist me

There's just no contest

Jolly boating weather

And hay harvest breeze

Blade on the feather

Shade off the trees

Swing, swing together

With your bodies between your knees

Swing, swing together

With your bodies between your knees

Jolly boating weather

And hay harvest breeze

Blade on the feather

Shade off the trees

Swing, swing together

With your bodies between your knees

Swing, swing together

With your bodies between your knees

Jolly boating weather

So you thought I was drunk

You thought it was just a stupid joke

But in fact this is very serious

I've nothing to regret

The primrose curtains began to hurt my eyes

The double glazing and central heating just started me sneezing

The leafy avenue, Volvo parked outside

The sound of crunching grave,  it all made me very tired

I burnt the toast this morning

My daughter was a punk... she didn't seem to mind

I was sick of songs about travel

And making love in the sand

Slavery, imperialism, capitalism, unemployment

Oh how ugly I am, but virtuous

My surgeon's knife is slipping

I'd rather be in the ocean, floating like a log

My heart is cold

I feel so ashamed when people ask me what I do

It's humiliating

I'm alright

I appropriate infinitely but I am without investment

An unrealisable, unessential asset

Under the throne I am the victim of thy might

I am gone with the wind

Pity the madmen of poor humankind

Without knowledge, raving of glory

Like me, the garlands I bind

Are but gathered and strewn in the wind