Don't say a word, don't say anything
Don't say a word, I'm not even listening
I read in the papers about their escape

They're just two bits
Kids from a bunch of sour grapes
You better watch your step

Watch, who's knocking on your front door?
Now you know that they're watching
What are you waiting for? Think you're young and original
Get out before they'll get to watch your step

Everyday is full of fun and family spies
They're making heroes out of fall guys
They say it's good for business from Singapore to Widnes
You better watch your step

Broken noses hung up on the wall
Back slapping drinkers cheer the heavy weight brawl
So punch drunk they don't understand at all
You better watch your step

Every night
Go out full of carnival desires
End up in the closing time choirs

When you're kicking in the car chrome
And you're drinking down the Eau de Cologne
And you're spitting out the Kodachrome
You better watch your step

Bye, I send you all my regards
You're so tough, you're so hard
Listen to the hammers
Falling in the breaker's yard

You better watch your step
You better watch your step
Ooh, watch your step

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ELVIS COSTELLO