I Ain’t the One Songtext
von The Angels

Smokers choking in the smoking room, fishes in the fish tank
Sailors waiting for the tide to turn, too bad the ship sank
Well-dressed wax-work wound up to walk, stares through the window
Clown in the alley-way looking for the exit, facing the shadow

I don′t patronise you
No, I don't try to put you down
I don′t criticise you

I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain′t the one to judge
I ain′t the one, I ain't the one, I ain′t the one to judge


Hard hitting journalist, says he's a communist
Says he believes in World War III
Lives in a high-rent luxury apartment
He ain′t fooling me

I don't patronise you
No, I don′t try to put you down
I don't criticise you

I ain't the one, I ain′t the one, I ain′t the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain′t the one, I ain't the one to judge

Reading the newspaper, keeping in touch
They steal your secret, but I ain′t the one to judge


I ain't the one, I ain′t the one, I ain't the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain′t the one, I ain′t the one to judge
No, I ain't the one, I ain′t the one, I ain't the one to judge
I ain′t the one, I ain't the one, I ain′t the one to judge
I ain't the one, I ain't the one, I ain′t the one to judge
I ain′t the one, I ain't the one, I ain′t the one to judge