"It Won’t Come Again":

I found its head up on Chalcot Farm
And Seven Sisters under plaster palms
I followed footprints up to Belsize Park
I queued in Aldwych till the sky turned dark on all of
us

I lifted filmstock from the studio bin
While waiting for John Gee to let us in
I never thought that I would see the day
That magic world would just fade away and die on me –
oh, it was so sad to see

(Refrain)
And it won’t come again – it’s a joke to pretend
The coloured lights and the groovy clothes
They only illustrate that no one knows where it’s gone
And it won’t come again – you’re a fool to pretend
You might look mean with your teardrop axe
You think you’re cool in your hipster slacks, but
you’re wrong

I sat for hours in a plywood booth
In my encapsulated search for truth
The oh-so-Heavy Jelly album hoax
It caught me out with the simple folks of seventeen –
you know what I mean

(Refrain)

They took the piss, but it still felt good
We didn’t mind, ‘cos we understood
And now you put it all down to dope
I sometimes think that there’s just no hope anymore
Hey, man, wanna score?

(Refrain)
(thanks Stu Pope for finding the lyrics)