in the evening and again in the morning
i sit and listen to the record spin

i've met a couple sweet talkers
but they dont know the shape i'm in

i used to know her well she was a real woman
and those real women get what they want

i used to know him well he was my friend
and we'd talk as we drove 'round the block

in the evening i'm the only one listening
the house is asleep

he's sitting by the fireplace
playing with a bootlace
and trying to catch a glimpse of the stars

and you're sitting on the staircase
pullin' a face
as you drink the cough syrup that you bought from the drugstore darling.