The Universal

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

And so many bad ways to be good

And they might rent it, 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?