Half As Good As You It's a late Friday night The street lamps are shining Up in my bedroom There's a mighty big fight Between the thunder and lightning Wonder who will lose I see a party balloon And I ain't been invited Hey, look at that moon There ain't nothing like it All grey and gold Down on Jubilee Road
Can see Mr. Bouvier In his two-bedroom basement In his purple dungarees He's grumpy and he's grey Always sweeping off the pavement Cigarettes and leaves His kid's up in China His wife's up in Heaven Always I wave 'Cause he's got this expression That he's so alone Down on Jubilee Road
Oh, I think tomorrow night I will knock on his door and hear all about his life 'Cause I think that's the kind of thing that I might like When I'm old When I'm old
There's Max and there's Maude In the house by the station Call them my best friends He drinks like a horse She don't appreciate it All this money he seems to spend I can hear them tonight He can't find no vocation The neighbours they sigh At that new generation Just getting stoned Down on Jubilee Road
Oh, I think in the summertime I will call you up, make everything alright And we'll fill up our cups with that bitter wine And I'll show you I'll show you
The mice are still here Your wardrobe's still empty And the walls are still paper thin And the neighbours, my dear I think they still hate me For all these songs I endlessly sing 'Cause it ain't no perfect street I ain't no perfect lover Life it is brief I don't think we get no other Come back home
Down on Jubilee Road Down on Jubilee Road
Half As Good As You
I'm sick to death of eating breakfast on my own, starting out my daily blues. I'm sick to death of spilling coffee on my phone, scrolling through pictures of you. I'd like to say that maybe we could work it out, but I know that it's no use,
If I ever find anyone half as good as you, I think maybe that would do.
I kissed a stranger in the hallway late last night, he was wearing purple shoes I asked him when he kissed me could he close his eyes, and he just looked at me confused. And people say my expectations are too high. But I'm not asking for the moon,
If I ever find anyone, half as good as you, I think maybe that would do. If I ever find anyone half as good as you, Alice: I think maybe that would do.
Oh I'm so sick of laying here I'm so sick of counting tears Comparing everyone to you Oh I'm so sick of waiting here It's so frustrating My suspicions are you're laying there And think it of me too
I learnt the lyrics yesterday to all your songs, there was one I couldn't do. I think the lyric went You'll miss me when I'm gone. But the chords I was confused I'd ask you round and you could tell me where I'm wrong but then I know you'd just refuse.
If I ever find anyone Half as good as you I think maybe that would do If I ever find anyone Half as good as you I think maybe that would do