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