Early years   were a shroud man   Only a grey cloud   shot in the dark   Hanging out   with your dad   His plans for revenge   In some hick-town   caravan park      Never keep   a good one   Never keep   a good one   Never keep   a good one down      Early years   were a dreadnought   Waiting to tread board   And my work   down the pan   Hanging round   By the back door   One foot in   the stage door   Some disaffected   fly-by-man      Never keep   a good one   Never keep   a good one   Never keep   a good one down      Got wired by a cable   Got wild on a table   Scared the shit out of me   All for the free state   The snow and the greasepaint   I left the singing family      Never keep   a good one   Never keep   a good one   Never keep   a good one down