There's such a lot of good ways to be bad

And so many bad ways to be good

Haven't paid my rent yet

I hate to tell them sorry

But I haven't got the money anymore

Just for the day I thought I'd leave love alone

Hold hands with day

And if I'm so bad

Why don't they take me away?

Just like what you hear with a shell pressed to your ear

That's the sea in the trees in the morning

And on the universal

Good morning, Steve

Well you won't believe me today

Working doesn't seem to be the perfect thing for me

So I continue to play

And if I'm so bad

Why don't they take me away?

Well, a hippy-trippy name dropper came through my door

He said, "I just bumped into Mick, he told me you know where to score"

No, not me friend

I mind my own and my own minds me

Well, my love is at the foot of your hand

Come what may

But if June comes first, please won't you take me away