So this is where he came to hide When he ran from you In a private detective overcoat And dirty dead man's shoes The pretty things of Knightsbridge Lying for a minister of state Is a far cry from the nod and wink Here at traitor's gate 'Cause the high heel he used to be has been ground down And he listens for the footsteps that would follow him around To murder my love is a crime But will you still love A man out of time? There's a twopenny ha'penny millionaire Looking for a fourpenny one With a tight grip on the short hairs Of the public imagination But for his private wife and kids somehow Real life becomes a rumor Days of Dutch courage Just three French letters and a German sense of humor He's got a mind like a sewer and a heart like a fridge He stands to be insulted, and he pays for the privilege To murder my love is a crime But will you still love A man out of time? The biggest wheels of industry Retire sharp and short And the after-dinner overtures Are nothing but an afterthought Somebody's creeping in the kitchen There's a reputation to be made Whose nerves are always on a knife's edge Who's up late polishing the blade Love is always scarpering or cowering or fawning You drink yourself insensitive and hate yourself in the morning To murder my love is a crime But will you still love A man out of time? Will you still love A man out of time? Will you still love A man out of time? Ooh

With a handful of backhanders and a bevy of beauty You're going off limits, going off duty Going off the rails, going off with booty They tell tales of fiction found on all the criminal types Lead to a higher ranking man or a face with thin red stripes The boys next door The mums and dads New weds and nearly deads Have you ever been had in Clubland? There's a piece in someone's pocket to do the dirty work You've come to shoot the pony, they've come to do the jerk They leave him half way to paradise They leave you half way to bliss The ladies' invitation never seemed like this The boys next door The mums and dads New weds and nearly deads Have you ever been had in Clubland? The long arm of the law Slides up the outskirts of town Meanwhile in Clubland They are ready to pull them down Hey The right to work is traded in For the right to refuse admission Don't pass out now, there's no refund (When) Did you find out what you were missing? The crowd is taking forty winks minus ten percent You barely get required sleep to go lingering with contemptment Thursday to Saturday, money's gone already Some things come in common these days Your hands and work aren't steady The boys next door The mums and dads New weds and nearly deads Have you ever been had in Clubland?

Born in the middle of a second big baby boom Those noisy boys just might have spoken up too soon Now I'm looking for a little girl, I wonder where she's gone Big money for families having more than one Opportunity, opportunity This is your big opportunity They shop around Follow you without a sound Whatever you do now Don't turn around Don't turn around Whatever happened to the pride of the nation? They say: "Just wait until you break formation" She was sitting pretty on a velvet cushion But her bedroom eyes were like a button she was pushing She said: "When they get to Dover they'll be be taking over" I said I'd come to her defense and then she pulled me over Opportunity, opportunity This is your big opportunity They shop around Follow you without a sound Whatever you do now Don't turn around Don't turn around I'm in the foxhole, I'm down in the trench I'd be a hero but I can't stand the stench The Fitness Institute was full of General Motormen And the "Hello House of Beauty" wouldn't stand a chance with them The chairman of this boredom is a compliment collector I'd like to be his funeral director Opportunity, opportunity This is your big opportunity They shop around Follow you without a sound Whatever you do now Don't turn around Don't turn around Please don't turn around Please don't turn around Don't turn around Don't turn around Don't turn around

We watched the bands until the stars burn out the morning sky You dragged me in became the skin that keeps me warm at night All that you left me was a number, on the back of my hand I kissed the poison on your lips till I was paralysed Now all the chemicals are burning right between my eyes All that you left me was a number, on the back of my hand I got nothing, woo hoo, woo hoo So I've been walking, I'm gonna find you Through every backstreet I will run through, oh I count the days, oh, till I can bring you home Your hand in my hand woo hoo, woo hoo hoo Let's slip away I know a place some where outside of town I lost your grip out in the rain amongst the raging crowd And all your numbers started fading, from the back of my hand I got nothing, woo hoo, woo hoo So I've been walking, I'm gonna find you Through every backstreet I will run though, oh I count the days, oh, till I can bring you home Your hand in my hand yeah, woo hoo, woo hoo hoo Woo hoo, woo hoo yeah Woo hoo, woo hoo yeah Woo hoo, woo hoo yeah Till I can bring you home Woo hoo, woo hoo yeah Woo hoo, woo hoo yeah Woo hoo, woo hoo yeah Sill I can bring you home So I've been walking, I'm gonna find you Through every backstreet I will run through, oh I count the days, oh, till I can bring you home Your hand in my hand, woo hoo, woo hoo hoo