Ian Dury Game On

Although I nearly broke my neck trying to break the ice

I think you’re very nice

Let’s go and have a drink

What do you think?

Throw six and go to jail

Although I’ve met a mouthy man or two before

You’ve got the highest score, I’m sure

I don’t mind if I do have a drink with you

Or two

Game on

I’ll try and pull the verbal back a bit

In case your earache threatens our relationship

As a master crook I’ve found out I’m a div

So now I make a meagre living as a spiv

It’s all Jekyll

I’m not sure I want to tell you much about me recently

It’s hard to put it decently

I used to do exotic dances

But nowadays I concentrate on taking stupid chances

I feel like there’s a bond with you

I’m getting very fond of you

It’s good to correspond with you

Wish I could abscond with you

Well, well, ah well, well, well

Well, well, ah well, well, well

Well, well, ah well, well, well

Well, well, ah well, well, well

Welcome to my quarters, pull a bed up

Sorry it’s a tip, it’s furnished from a skip

I rarely entertain here, usually I roll back pissed

Get blocked and fall straight into kip

More fool me

I’m a very nosy person – can I look?

God, you’ve got a lot of books, haven’t you?

I’m not much of a reader myself

Literature rather left me on the shelf as it were

I mean was

The days it isn’t going well, I tell the world to go to hell

And slam up here with Edgar Allen Poe or Ruth Rendell

And I feel better straight away

That’s all I can say about books

When I wake up and this is all gone

Or something spoils it, and it was all bollocks anyway

It will still be good

Well, well, ah well, well, well

Well, well, ah well, well, well

Well, well, ah well, well, well

Well, well, ah well, well, well