By nature you are quiet Your shyness leaves your wisdoms on the floor So if I want to hear you talk I See you when you're under your favourite spell
I always thought that there were Tears in your mug But years went by and I never saw you cry It's you and the Yardbirds, you on your own drinking wine And I can't turn the volume down Now it's anything and more for your love And why would I deny you the fun?
Expelled the Marxist ghost The cynical consumerist remains I suppose I want to be depressed when I See you when you're under your favourite spell
I always thought that there were Tears in your mug But years went by and I never saw you cry It's you, Ten Years After and a bottle of scotch In your tobacco jacket out in the cold You raise your glass and indulge in Love like a man And why would I deny you the fun? Why would I deny you the fun?
It's you and the Stones now sharing some alcohol You'll have whatever Keith has And I always thought that there were Tears in your mug Under a blanket, out in the cold Sing along will you, this will be the last time But then again, why deny you the fun? Then again, why deny you the fun?