When you wake up in the mornin' And you can't remember much about the night before Then the lady who's beside you gets up She goes right out and locks the bathroom door. And your head won't stop singin' The phone won't stop ringin' Your plane is gonna leave at twelve fifteen It was close to six o'clock Before you got to know a little dream. Look at the bangin' man he says He can time after time He'll get down down down To bangin' back home. Oh look at the Bangin' Man He says he can time after time He'll get down down down To bangin' back home. I been in fifty diff'rent towns In fifty diff'rent days They all got diff'rent names. I been in fifty limousines In fifty hotel rooms They all look the same. And your head won't stop crackin' Your case needs unpackin' The only sound is from the T.V. screen Until a knock comes on the door And standing there's another little dream. When you wake up in the mornin' And you can't remember much about the night before. A small reminder of the state you were in Are all the tattered clothes across the floor. And your head still keeps singin' The phone still keeps ringin' Remember just exactly where you've been. 'Cos there ain't no doubt about it There's no better things to see Then what you've seen.
Slade The Bangin' Man