| You, can I make it known | 
| I’d like to take you home | 
| You been away so long | 
| I’d like to see you | 
| But when I saw you at the local hop | 
| I tried to take you but you made me stop | 
| Then I saw that you were dancing with a rent-a-cop | 
| Whoa, whoa! | 
| The minute you pulled me through | 
| You thought that then you knew | 
| If not today, I’d find a way | 
| To get to you | 
| Just a little of nothin' | 
| That’s all you had the time to give | 
| Just a little of nothin' | 
| Ain’t gonna make it worthwhile for me | 
| If you’d only have listened | 
| You’d have heard every word I said | 
| Just a little of nothin' | 
| Ain’t gonna make it worthwhile for me | 
| Da, da, da … | 
| Just a little of nothin' (Just a little of nothin') | 
| Just a little of nothin' (Just a little of nothin') | 
| Just a little of nothin' (Just a little of nothin') | 
| Just a little of nothin' (Just a little of nothin') | 
| Newton-under-Roseberry topping | 
| And it’s cold and it’s wet | 
| And you feel like you’re part of all time | 
| Living in the gap between the echoes | 
| Feeling it hot | 
| And feeling it cold | 
| As long as there are fish in the sea | 
| Have a cup of tea | 
| Oh, as long as there are fish in the sea | 
| Have a cup of tea | 
| 'Cause you are running from the ring of the golden bell | 
| Like a bat out of hell | 
| You are running from the ring of the golden bell | 
| Like a bat out of hell | 
| You are running from the ring of the golden bell | 
| Like a bat out of hell | 
| You are running from the ring of the golden bell | 
| Like a bat out of hell | 
| There’s a lady across the hall | 
| She’s telling me it’s all right (all right) | 
| I’m tryin' to give her my all | 
| She’s sayin' I’m uptight | 
| Hell of a way to spend an afternoon | 
| Saw a movie tonight | 
| Got frightened and broke down (broke down) | 
| Got a call in the night | 
| My old lady just hit town | 
| Take her away, she’s tryin' to turn me round | 
| I’m nowhere to be found | 
| I can’t unread the pages I’ve already read | 
| And I can’t feed these ages left in my head | 
| They’re already dead, yeah |