No one got it right, no one got it wrong Live outside your head, live inside a song Oh love those long lost weekdays spilling over me And your outlines are all I can see You mustn't touch it, while he's on the phone No you can't touch that, while he's on the telephone Oh love, these long lost weekends falling over me Now an outline is all I can see Oh skint and minted Had it on the dole Being piling it on now Oh skint and minted Running round the city With nothing on Well you're an evil swine but I like your style The wiggle in your walk and the silver in your smile You got it right, no you got it wrong Live outside your head, live inside a song Oh love, these long lost weekends falling over me Now an outline is all I can see We're skint and minted Had it on the dole Being piling it on We're skint and minted Running round the city With virtually nothing on Oh, you're a swine but I like your style I like wiggle in your walk and the silver in your smile