Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music)  I woke up with all my clothes on  Cigarette smoke in my hair  Unglued my eyes and saw a dirty room  Spilling ashtray by my bed  Empty bottle on the chair  No one else was there  I was ready in two minutes flat  Just washed my face and combed my hair  I had an eight-twenty-five train to catch  I was out there  Flying thought the front door  Then I hit the air!  No you! No you! No you! No you!  No you, no you, no you!  I was sucked into the subway  Like an ant into a hole  I stood in the crowded carriage  Shoulder to shoulder  The wheels began to roll  A tattoo in my soul  I do not lack good companions  To pick a man up when he's down  We go to the track on Saturdays  Spread our money 'round  I go up and down  And every single sound says  No you! No you! No you! No you!  No you, no you, no you!