Pinball Songtext
von Brian Protheroe

And I′ve run out of pale ale
And I feel like I'm in jail
And my music bores me once again
And I′ve been on the pinball
And I now longer know it all
And they say that you never know when you're insane

Got fleas in the bedroom
Got flies in the bathroom
And the cat just finished off the bread
So I walk over Soho
And I read about Monroe
And I wonder was she really what they said?


Got a call from a good friend
Come on down for the weekend
Didn't know if I could spare the time
I knew a woman who was crazy
About a boy who was lazy
But it didn′t work out ′cause they just couldn't make it rhyme

Hey Jude, you were alright
I could have grooved with you all night
But you turned your back on the party game
Mama, if I keep my head clean
Will I really have a good dream?
Or will I wake up in confusion just the same

And I′ve run out of pale ale (and I've been on the pinball)
And I feel like I′m in jail (and I no longer know it all)
Got fleas in the bedroom (so I walk over Soho)
Got flies in the bathroom (and I read about Monroe)
Got a call from a good friend (you a woman who was crazy)
Come on down for the weekend (about a boy who was lazy)
Hey Jude, you were alright (mama, if I keep my head clean)
I could have grooved with you all night (will I really have a good dream?)


And I've been on the pale ale (and I′ve been on the pale ale)
And I feel like a pinball (and I feel like a pinball)
And I feel like a pinball
And I feel like a pinball