Once upon a sign I read a warning and it said  'When in Rome don't feed the lions'  What is meant I can't hazard a guess  But now I've learnt my lesson I'm a better person  I'm filled up with high hopes and I'm fed up with soft soaps  Long in the tooth and short on wisdom  Up to here with the ache of it    And if the matchmaker calls hand in hand  With a catch of the day I'll rise to the bait  But it'll still be more than a heart can take  More than feeling great  More than a tongue can tell  I'd need to take leave of my senses to get a moment's rest  Following in footsteps  Footsure in fancy dress  Head in my hands I'm making plans  Hoovering up for the day    When the matchmaker calls hand in hand  With the catch of the day I'll raise to the bait  But it'll still be more then a heart can take  More than feeling great  More than a tongue can tell    And the itch to get rich quick  Has never been so hard to reach  With my hands tied behind my back  Shin deep in cement and sand  Just like the anchor-man I broke loose  And crashed to the sea bed  Clutching the shortest straw  And if you threw me a line that's as smart as you think  It wouldn't stop me sinking down to cry  On what flashed before my eyes