Well, your briefcase is open and your papers they are torn
And you look for your chequebook, but you find that it's gone
So you fumble in your pocket for the change for the train
Well, the woman, she glares at you and then she calls you names
Falling down the steps, you get soaked by the rain
It's so hard to carry on, it's so hard to explain
But when it comes down to knowing who you are
Feels like a waste of time, you'd be better off by far
With a fist full of friends and a beat up old guitar
And some food and some wine in a jar
Well, the advertising signs saying 'James Bond Is Here'
Only deal you discomfort and then fill you with fear
And you need a cigarette, but there's no smoking in here
It's so hard to carry on, it gets harder every year
But when it comes down to knowing who you are
Seems like a waste of time, you'd be better off by far
With a fist full of friends and a beat up old guitar
Oh no no, oh no no, not again
Oh no no, oh no no, oh no no, not again
Oh no no, oh no no, oh no no, not again
Oh no no, no no no, no no no, not again
Oh no no, no no no, no no no no, not again
Oh no, no no no, no no no, not again__