Don’t juggle your keys on the Empire State if you don’t want the long walk home and don’t blame the heat in the kitchen dear if you find that you’re cooked to the bone.

Ohh it’s going down my love, there’s things that are happening, we thought they were already done, my love, the problem with the old they don’t speak the same language as the young. 

Don’t set out your stall as a doormat babe, it’s the quickest way of getting employed. Have throwing grenades as a fallback dear from your pram if you run out of toys.

Oh, it’s going down my love, don’t confuse a legacy with stories that you have been told, my love, the problem with the young, they don’t speak the same language as the old.

I’ve got one on the hard way,  10 on no way. I’ve got 12 on the lucky 13. it’s going down my love. I know you can help me if only you could  find a way,  my love. The problem with the night ohh it happens almost every day.