Waking up on friday morning hear the binmen bawling
Across the street an oap trying to prevent them from falling down
Navy jeans the smell of tea bags in mugs, cobwebs in cups
You're becoming aware, then you retreat to your lair
It doesn't work that way, doesn't work that way
You say, no man it doesn't work that way
You say, no man it doesn't work that way.
A decent man is just a nickname for a fool sat on a stool
You should know all about it, because you flaunt it, you shout
It's a terror when you look back, God be with the days we were becoming of age
Was it a waste, whose to know, we were never taught or shown.
It doesn't work that way, doesn't work that way
You say, no man it doesn't work that way
You say, no man it doesn't work that way.