Woorden:
Mott The Hoople Wildlife

Maybe I'm just a loser Maybe it's because my boots ain't as clean as they could be Came to town with an even chance I'm feeling down the people I meet

The willow in the wind is gently weeping No city lights tonight for she is sleeping But in a little while she will awake and gently smile My angel of

The original mixed-up kid Sleeps with the ladies all night Home in the morning light To nothin' Climbs in to an empty bed Pillows around his head Hide

Who do you think you are looking at me like that Put your face on someone else's head Where do you think you're at hanging around my leg Put yourself

You keep a-knockin' but you can't come in You keep a-knockin' but you can't come in You keep a-knockin' but you can't come in Come back tomorrow night