something for the good boys doing such a good job   nothing for the arms, for the legs   if you could you'd not   talk about the big love shine on the cold night   nothing for the ears, for the nose   but it'll work out right      why dig out the colours you sing?   time is on my side   all the kind good men run in the night   why dig out the colours you sing?   time is on my side   call the kind good men running the night      something for the good girls doing all the good work   nothing for the arms, for the neck,   for the good green shirt   hope on a tight rope, a tear on the fine line   nothing for the teeth, for the toes,   but i know what's mine   do you know what's mine?