All Yours

It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth

I can't take it much longer

Cause I'm growing fonder of the change it brings to me

I'm moving on down South

Cause I'm turning into a wrongun

I'm growing fonder of the change it brings to me, to me

All yours

All yours

Hanging on to ageing ways

Taking all you've got to take

All yours

All yours

Prop me up 'til the morning

Elevator music maestro

I'll just be nodding my head until I end up dead all the same

And one day when I can afford it

And stop complaining where all of the time goes

And maybe the tables will turn and my lungs won't burn today

All yours

All yours

Hanging on to ageing ways

Taking all you've got to take

All yours

All yours

All yours

All yours

Hanging on to ageing ways

Taking all you've got to take

All yours

All yours