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