Anne Neggen

I don't see the future, I feel it day to day
Dirty nights are passing by, I gotta learn to pay
Trucking down to London, gigs that never end
Foggy days and motorways will drive me round the bend

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Went to see my agent, natty looking gent
Dirty dates and dirty plays, I must be trucking bent
Only real solution, help me on my way
Close my eyes and visualise some peace to help me play

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When time is tight your look ain't right
And keeping time is an upward climb
P's and Q's just follow you
And all the time you feel the grime like hell

Creeping down the highway, feel like one per cent
May God make the papers say we're going where we'll win
We don't mind a work down when the night is through
Kids give us the feeling that we only give to you

An' again
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When time is tight your look ain't right
And keeping time is an upward climb
P's and Q's just follow you
And all the time you feel the grime like hell