Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

 There's a young girl with her old man who's too sick to mention

 She'll be turning twenty seven as she draws her widow's pension

 But he couldn't catch a common cold he couldn't get arrested

 Too terrified to answer back

 Too tired to have resisted

 Many hands make light work

 Shorthand makes life easy

 When he's out on night work

 Make sure no one sees me

 It all ends up in a slanging match with body talk and bruises

 A change is better than a rest

Silly beggars can't be choosers

Chorus

 One of a thousand pities you can't categorize

 There are ten commandments of love

 When will you realise

There are ten commandments of love

 I believe, I trust, I promise, I wish love's just a throwaway kiss

 In this Pidgin English

If you're so wise use your lips and your eyes

 Take it to the bridge she sighs

 You go cheep cheep cheep between bulls-eyes and bluster

 Stiff as your poker face

 Keener than mustard

 >From your own back yard to the land of exotica

 >From the truth society to neurotic erotica

 Silence is golden

 Money talks diamonds and ermine

 There's a word in Spanish

 Italian and German

 In sign language, morse code, semaphore and gibberish

 Have you forgotten how to say it

In your Pidgin English?

(chorus)

 PS I love you

(and so on . . . )