(long instrumental opening)

I will get up in the evening, girl
but nothing I will say
for nothing have I got.

I come home in the morning every day
and always feel the same
like dry decay and rot.

I dance in dark, but do not have a spark.
I can't start a fire going 'round.
Someone come and hire up this gun.
I don't think someone will take it
'cause it took so long to shake it
and I'll never have the slightest bit of fun.
Oh, no!

I recall the messages more clear
heard on radio
as I move around the place.

My look in mirror I had gone and checked
and I want to change my clothes
my hair and, yes, my face.

I dance in dark, but do not have a spark.
I can't start a fire going 'round.
Someone come and hire up this gun.
I don't think someone will take it
'cause it took so long to shake it
and I'll never have the slightest bit of fun.
Oh, no!

(instrumental break)

Nowhere is the place I seem to go.
Stuck in dump... like this.
Somewhere something happens, I don't know
just where that thing is.
I'll still be on streets of my home town
and they will be carving me, all right.
They say I've got to stay hungry in life.
Have I got to stay hungry in life?
I'm starving here tonight.

I will sit around, and while I sigh
just getting... older.
There's a joke that's wild, this world I
shake off my shoulder.
I have tried to write this book as I sit here
and for some action I feel I might die!
And after all the love's reactions felt
oh, after all the love's reactions felt
there's no look come from you...

I'm wondering why!

(long, long instrumental break)

I dance in dark, but do not have a spark!
I can't start a fire going 'round!
Someone come and hire up this gun!
I don't think someone will take it
'cause it took so long to shake it
and I'll never have the slightest bit of fun!
Oh, no!
Oh, no!

No!
No!
No!
No!
Noooooooooooooooo!