You see that man slumped by the corner Swigging on a tin can Half filled with brandavino, it's the middle of the day And on a day like this it's the drink that makes them colourful; He goes waltzing round the garden wall He's casting demons from his battered soul A cold wind cuts from the south side all the shoppers go inside And on a day like this it's the drink that makes them colourful The mighty cliff, the barren sea A heart that is ringing out for me Push on 'til you feel complete Happy dancing dusty feet Out front of the amusement hall A laugh when you think of it all Takes the panic edge off the waiting 'til the fortnight comes round And away from any evidence The Major pushes zero tolerance So the girl who thinks that she's Jesus faces jail for her crimes And on a day like this it's the drugs that makes them colourful And on a day like this it's the drink that makes them wonderful And on a day like this it's the drink that makes them colourful For we are young and free... this wonderful country