Lyrics:

There's such a lot of good ways to be badAnd so many bad ways to be goodAnd they might rent itI hate to tell them'S
orry, but I haven't got the money anymoreJust for the day I thought I'd leave love aloneHold hands with dayAnd if I'm so bad
why don't they take me awayJust like what you hear with a shell pressed to your earThat's the sea in the trees in the mornin
gAnd on the universalGood morning, SteveWell you won't believe me todayWorking doesn't seem to be the perfect thing for me
So I continue to playAnd if I'm so bad why don't they take me awayWell a hippy-trippy name dropper came through my doorHe sa
id, I just bumped into Mick, he told me You know where to score.No not me friendI mind my own and my own minds meWell my lov
e is at the foot of your handCome what mayBut if June comes first, please won't you take me away