I seen her everyday now And boy has she got class She got diamonds on her fingers And rhythm in her ass I've tried to call her over But I must be made of glass Cos' she just looks right through me Keeps walking straight on past Walkin' straight on... I like your... Dig your... Day... Oh the day... Eats in fancy places Where the cover would pay my rent Steaks on silver platters And water costs 50 pence Tips up all the waiters And five will get you ten Still I'm waitin' in the lobby She won't even invite me in Won't even invite me... I like your kind of address Dig your style of clothes The day I stopped loving you Was the day you broke my nose (REPEAT CHORUS) (REPEAT BACKUP CHORUS) When she goes to the theatre It's always the latest show While I'll wait in some poolroom That's just across the road One time she saw me waiting And come across the spoke She said 'adieu' and grabbed my cue And shoved it down my throat (REPEAT CHORUS and BACKUP)