Up To Me

Take you to the cinema
and leave you in a Wimpy Bar
you tell me that we’ve gone to far
come running up to me.
Make the scene at Cousin Jack’s
leave him put the bottles back
mends his glasses that I cracked
well that one’s up to me.
Buy a silver cloud to ride
pack the tennis club inside
trouser cuffs hung far too wide
well it was up to me.
Tyres down on your bicicle
your nose feels like an icicle
the yellow fingered smoky girl
is looking up to me.
Well I’m a common working man
with a half of butter bread and jam
and if it pleases me I’ll put one one you man
when the copper fades away.
The rainy season comes to pass
the day-glo pirate sinks at last
and if I laughed a bit to fast.
Well it was up to me.