Lyrics:

Well, I'm just a shy romantic with my eyes on the loose
I'm in an overcoated way
A poet in a garret, you know some people say
Standing at the bar line with my lip on the curl
I'm with the other lean and lear
My finger on the pulse and my hand around a beer

Ah, ah-ah, well, I don't wanna know what's going 'round here
Ah, ah-ah, it's just a matter of time, hold it under light
Ah, ah-ah, I've got to get away, to get away, to get away

The singer in the band, you know he sweat on a pose
And he's really such a jerk
Thinks he can call me stupid because he gets a lot of work
I'm standing in the background, got my arms on the fold
And every dog's gon' have its day
The New Musical Express and my own four-way PA

Ah, ah-ah, well, I don't wanna know what's going 'round here
Ah, ah-ah, it's just a matter of time, hold it under light
Ah, ah-ah, I've got to get away, to get away, to get away


Well, I've been reading those biographies in paperback
I've got a death wish that I can't explain
I've been working on that petulance and the urchin took my name

Ah, ah-ah, well, I don't wanna know what's going 'round here
Ah, ah-ah, it's just a matter of time, hold it under light
Ah, ah-ah, I've got to get away, to get away, to get away

Oh no, I've got to get away
No, no, no, no
No, no, I've got to get away