The tips he gets turn out to be rubbish
He`s crossed his heart now all roads lead to ruin
His willing ear gets him nowhere
(sit with a drink or think about drugs?)
He`s never there, never all there
(escape in a movie, hide in a book?)

Never all there
Never all there, never all there, never all there

Top o` the morning, guess who`s broken?
No sense whatever, whenever there`s sense
To be spoken
Which face to wear, too soft to care
(tell you what`s what, i`ll tell you who`s who)
He`s never there, never all there
(bent over backwards, broken in two)

Never all there
(his chairs not quite under the table)
Never all there, never all there, never all there
Never all there
(two kopeks short of a rouble)
Never all there, never all there, never all there

Which face to wear too soft to care
Never all there, never all there
When his willing ear gets him nowhere

His stairs don`t go right up to the top floor
Would anyone else have seen the mistake
He eats when he`s tired `cos he sleeps when he`s hungry
How can he help it?

He`s never all there
(his chairs not quite under the table)
Never all there, never all there, never all there
Never all there
(two housebricks short of a hopful)
Never all there, never all there, never all there

Which face to wear too soft to care
Never all there, never all there
He`s never all there, never all there
Never all there, never all there

All of his pride and insistence
Don`t come to a cupful of difference
Never all there, never all there
Never all there, never all there

Copyright: Spirit Music Group
Writer(s): DAVID WAKELING, MICK BILLINGHAM