The Universal

There's such a lot of good ways to be bad
And so many bad ways to be good
And they might rent it
I hate to tell them: sorry, but I haven't got the money anymore

Just for the day I thought I'd leave love alone
Hold hands with day
And if I'm so bad
Why don't they take me away

Just like what you hear with a shell pressed to your ear
That's the sea in the trees in the morning
And on the universal
Good morning, Steve, well you won't believe me today

Working doesn't seem to be the perfect thing for me
So I continue to play
And if I'm so bad
Why don't they take me away

Well, a hippy-trippy name dropper came through my door
He said, I just bumped into Mick, he told me you know where to score
No, not me, friend
I mind my own and my own minds me

Well, my love is at the foot of your hand
Come what may
But if June comes first
Please, won't you take me away