If you were a shape what shape would you be?      Well, the room was pink and the signs were serious   Paperback dolls being slapped delirious   Feeling like a joke in the bar underneath   And it was Saturday night in the year of the good thief      Well, I rumbled up the stairs on the wrong way round   I hit my head on the ceiling and my feet hit the ground   And then the big dumb blond in the gold fish bowl   Cried, "Ella's in the band but she got no soul"      My friend John was the serious one   Buttoned up the back and a job half done   Lazy old boy when the good girls turn   His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn   When will he ever learn?      Well, the night was spent and my money was young   And then I had to get home before my neck was wrung   And everybody danced in the same old way   And if I'm feeling old and desperate I'll be back some day      My friend John was the serious one   Buttoned up the back and a job half done   Lazy old boy when the good girls turn   His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn   When will he ever learn?      My friend John was the serious one   Buttoned up the back and a job half done   Lazy old boy when the good girls turn   His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn   When will he ever learn?