Heavy Living - Ian Dury, The Blockheads

Heavy living is the life that I’ve led

See the daylight through a curtain of red

Stands to reason why I’m staying in bed

Heavy living off the top of my head

Heavy living, uh, I know it too well

Every creak on the stairway to Hell

Double vision and a terrible smell

Heavy living at the hard luck hotel

Heavy sausage is the price you pay

When you’re on a corroder

Heavy bangers is another way

To let yourself go

Heavy living’s the condition I’m in

I wished I hadn’t if I knew where I’d been

The air is cold, the membrane is thin

Heavy living’s getting under my skin

Heavy sausage is the price you pay

At the café doolally

Heavy bangers has a special way

Of saying hello

Heavy cricket on a cloudy day

Heavy chukkas till the close of play

Heavy living is the way I’ll stay

As if I don’t know

Heavy living is the life that I’ve led

Passion spent, nobility fled

Stands to reason why I’m staying in bed

Heavy living off the top of my head

Heavy shitters is the price you pay when

You’re on a corroder

Heavy bangers is another way

To let yourself go

Heavy make-up for the matinée

Heavy curtains at the cabaret

Heavy living is the way I’ll stay

As if I don’t know

Heavy sausage is the dish of the day

Heavy bangers on the roundelay

Heavy living is the way I’ll stay,

As if I don’t know