Johnny walks down the main street
With a briefcase in his hand
He's been working all day in a white collar job
Which he was told was the promised land

He kisses his missus on the cheek
Pat's his little sons head
Meanwhile we know at the back of his mind
Johnny would rather be dead

But it doen't bother anybody no more
Life has closed the door
Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame

Jenny's on the switchboard holding the line
For a gentleman in Bombay
She doesn't have to bother listening in
'Cause she doesn't care what he says

She cleans her nails with a paperclip
Watches the clouds roll by
And nobody seems to understand
That there's a tear in Jenny's eye

But it doen't bother anybody no more
Life has closed the door
Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame

But it doen't bother anybody no more
Life has closed the door
Shame, shame, shame, shame, shame

Jenny's on the switchboard holding the line
For a gentleman in Bombay
She doesn't have to bother listening in
'Cause she doesn't care what he says

She cleans her nails with a paperclip
Watches the clouds roll by
And nobody seems to understand
That there's a tear in Jenny's eye

Woh oh oh oh oh
Woh oh oh oh oh
Woh oh oh oh oh

Jenny's on the switchboard holding the line
For a gentleman in Bombay
She doesn't have to bother listening
'Cause she doesn't care what he says

And Johnny walks down the main street
With a briefcase in his hand
He's been working all day in a white collar job
Which he was told was the promised land
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