Turn off the wireless Jasmine
I can’t think straight
I should have left an hour ago
Now it’s getting rather late

Anyone with vision
Would have taken the decision
To get while the getting’s good
To get while the getting’s good

Making my excuses
Stumbling headlong down the hall
I’m not sure what I really want
If anything at all

Anyone with vision
Would have taken the decision
To get while the getting’s good
To get while the getting’s good

I’m not one
To rub your nose
In reams and reams of purple prose
Which is why I wrote this song
And I’m not one
To chew the fat
When all that need be said is that
There’s something very wrong
Anyone with vision
Would have taken the decision
To get while the getting’s good
To get while the getting’s good