Moments of sadness, moments of guilt    Stains on the memory, stains on the quilt    Chapter of incidents, chapter and verse    Sub-heading chronic, paragraph worse       Lost in the limelight, baked in the blaze    Did it for nine pence, those were the days    Give me my acre and give me my plough    Tell me tomorrow, don't bother me now       Fucking Ada, fucking Ada   Fucking Ada, fucking Ada      Times at a distance, times without touch    Greed forms the habit of asking too much    Followed at bedtime by builders and bells    Wait 'til the doldrums which nothing dispels       Idly, mentally, doubtful and dread    Who runs with the beans shall not stale with the bread    Let me lie fallow in dormant dismay    Tell me tomorrow, don't bother today       Fucking ada, fucking ada    Fucking ada, fucking ada       Tried like a good 'un, did it all wrong   Thought that the hard way was taking to long    To late for regret or chemical change    Yesterday's targets have gone out of range       Failure infolds me with clammy green arms    Damn the excursions and blast the alarms    For the rest of what's natural I'll lay on the ground    Tell me tomorrow if I'm still around       Fucking Ada, fucking Ada   Fucking Ada, fucking Ada   Fucking Ada, fucking Ada   Fucking Ada, fucking Ada   (repeat lots)