No You

I woke up with all my clothes on, Cigarette smoke in my hair, Unglued my eyes and saw a dirty room, Spilling ashtray by my bed Empty bottle on the chair No one else was there I was ready in two minutes flat Just washed my face and combed my hair I had an eight-twenty-five train to catch I was out there, Flying thought the front door Then I hit the air! No you! No you! No you! No you! No you, no you, no you! I was sucked into the subway Like an ant into a hole I stood in the crowded carriage Shoulder to shoulder The wheels began to roll A tattoo in my soul I do not lack good companions To pick a man up when he's down We go to the track on Saturdays Spread our money 'round I go up and down And every single sound says No you! No you! No you! No you! No you, no you, no you! --- No You - Paul Kelly