And I've run out of pale ale
And I feel like I'm in jail
And my music bores me once again
And I've been on the pinball
And I no longer know it all
And they say that you never know when you're insane

Got fleas in my bedroom
Got flies in the bathroom
And the cat just finished off the bread

So I walk over SoHo
And I read about Monroe
And I wonder was she really what they said

Got a call from a good friend
"Come on down for the weekend"
Didn't know if I could spare the time

I knew a woman who was crazy
Had a boy who was lazy
But it didn't work out
'Cause they just couldn't make it right

Hey Jude
You were alright
I could've grooved with you all night
But you turned your back on the part again, yeah

Know that if I keep my head clean
Will I really have a good dream?
Or will I wake up in confusion just the same?

And I've run out of pale ale
And I've been on the pinball
And I feel like I'm in jail
And I no longer know it all
Got fleas in the bedroom
So I walk over SoHo
Got flies in the bathroom
And I read about Monroe
Got a call from a good friend
Knew a woman who was crazy
"Come on down for the weekend"
Had a boy who was lazy
Hey Jude
You were alright
Know that if I keep my head clean
Could've grooved with you all night
Will I really have a good dream?

And I've been on the pale ale
And I've been on the pale ale
And I feel like a pinball
And I feel like a pinball

And I feel like a pinball

And I feel like a pinball

And I feel like a pinball

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Writer(s): Brian Protheroe