Bodal

BODAL (reworking of instrumental track, Bodales, by Silvio Vinci) He wears his Sunday shoes on Tuesday Takes the long way home Reads the news without believing Anything at all Cheap perfume A plastic chair Someone laughing Nobody there Come on, come on You know the game Change your face Forget your name Bodal! Where you gonna go? Bodal! Everybody knows You can paint it black You can paint it gold But you can’t make new What you’ve already sold She keeps photographs of strangers In a biscuit tin Says she’s waiting for the summer Summer never came Half past four The buses crawl Someone wrote “WE WANT IT ALL” Across the wall Come on, come on Don’t be late Everybody’s waiting At the garden gate Bodal! Where you gonna go? Bodal! Everybody knows Turn it up Turn it down You’re still the cleverest fool In town Nice jacket. Wrong trousers. Good haircut. Terrible shoes. (Oh, Bodal…) One step forward Two steps back Union Jack In a carrier bag Friday night Monday blues Everybody wins When there’s nothing to lose Bodal! Where you gonna go? Bodal! Nobody knows Take your money Take your coat Miss the train Miss the boat Bodal… Bodal… What a beautiful mess You’ve made.