Life on the Edge

I live on the edge, I’m a man through and through
A bit of a rebel, between me and you
I use naughty words when there’s no one to hear ‘em
I’ve never done drugs but I once went quite near ‘em
I stroll in MacDonald’s without even booking
Make signs at the wife when I know she’s not looking
I live on the edge, I’m a man through and through
And no one tells me what to do

I live on the edge, I’m a free-thinking guy
I look my optometrist straight in the eye
I revel in things that are simply not done
“Don’t Walk On The Grass”? I prefer to not run
I wear a thick vest though we’ve got central heating
I’ll pay for a meal then run off without eating
I live on the edge, I’m a man through and through
And no one tells me what to do

I live on the edge in a state of high tension
I happily fly in the face of convention
When out in my Volvo I find it amusing
To fill parking meters I’m not even using
I smile at policemen to make ‘em all crosser
And laugh when they call me a sad little tosser
I live on the edge, I’m a man through and through
And I don’t care who knows it…(between me and you!)

Will Hames