"Bedsitter (Live At The Royal Festival Hall)" lyrics

Okay now
I've done one of your chart toppers now
You're gonna do on of mine chart toppers now, okay?
Let's do this one
(Okay)

Sunday morning going slow
I'm talking to the radio
Clothes and records on the floor
The memories of the night before
Out in club land having fun
And now I'm hiding from the sun
Waiting for a visitor
Though no-one knows I'm here for sure

Dancing laughing
Drinking loving
And now I'm all alone
In bedsit land
My only home

I think it's time to cook a meal
To fill the emptiness I feel
Spend my money going out
I've nothing in I'm left without
Clean my teeth and comb my hair
And look for something new to wear
And start the night life over again
And kid myself I'm having fun

Dancing laughing
Drinking loving
And now I'm all alone
In bedsit land
My only home

I look out from my window view
There's really nothing else to do
Read a book maybe write a letter
Mother, things are getting better
Watch the mirror count the lines
The battle scars of all the good times
Look around and I can see
A thousand people just like me

Dancing laughing
Drinking loving
And now I'm all alone
In bedsit land
My only home

Dancing laughing
Drinking loving
And now I'm all alone
In bedsit land
My only home

Dancing, laughing, drinking, loving

I'm waiting for something
I'm only passing time
And now I'm all alone
In bedsit land
My only home

Dancing, laughing, drinking, loving

Please, everybody
Mister Ian Anderson
Raise the roof everybody
Wow
Thank you Ian
Ian Anderson
Wow, wow
Fantastic