Picked up on suss for looking cute
And thrown into the cells
So don't call us
We won't call you
Alexander Graham Bell
No masterplan for busting out
No file inside a cake
The Candyman can't help you now
Now you're going straight
Baby's going straight
No Whitehall clerks at marble Arch
But it's not political
God knows you left your bleeding heart
When you left Liverpool
Walking the dogs across the heath
Worth your weight in Notting Hill Gate
Giving blow jobs to the jobless
And executives relief
Once or twice a lady
Baby's going straight
Don't close your eyes
If you make a wish
Or you might wind up sleeping with the fish
Or wake up beside a severed pony's head
The only company besides you in your lonely bed
Baby's going straight