I Don't Get Out Much Anymore Songtext
von James Reyne

Moonlight in my martini
I′ve been fighting in the war
Like some beleaguered soldier
Don't know what he′s fighting for
Excuse my righteous indignation
Serve the system with the best
Scream blue murder down some dappled sunlit hillside
This golden medal tarnished on my chest
And the phone won't ring I'm sure
And the cat scratch at the door
Without you I′m poor
I don′t get out much anymore
And then the devil came to paradise
Where he always did his worst Now my luck is changing
It's gone from bad to cursed
And the phone won′t ring I'm sure
And the cat scratch at the door
Without you I′m poor
I don't get out much anymore
I don′t get out much anymore
And the phone won't ring I'm sure
And the cat scratch at the door
Without you I′m poor
I don′t get out much anymore
I don't get out much anymore
I don′t get out much anymore