No one got it right, no one got it wrong   Live outside your head, live inside a song   Oh love those long lost weekdays spilling over me   And your outlines are all I can see    You mustn't touch it, while he's on the phone   No you can't touch that, while he's on the telephone   Oh love, these long lost weekends falling over me   Now an outline is all I can see       Oh skint and minted   Had it on the dole   Being piling it on now   Oh skint and minted   Running round the city   With nothing on       Well you're an evil swine but I like your style   The wiggle in your walk and the silver in your smile       You got it right, no you got it wrong   Live outside your head, live inside a song    Oh love, these long lost weekends falling over me   Now an outline is all I can see       We're skint and minted   Had it on the dole   Being piling it on   We're skint and minted   Running round the city   With virtually nothing on       Oh, you're a swine but I like your style   I like wiggle in your walk and the silver in your smile