sq. by: Norma Williams
Pay You Back With Interest
Stop Stop Stop
(G. Gouldman)
Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine.
That umbrella we employed it
By August, she was mine
Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she'd bought
Other people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same
That's the way the whole thing started
Silly, but it's true
Thinking of a sweet romance
Beginning in a queue
Came the sun the ice was melting
No more sheltering now
Nice to think that that umbrella
Led me to a vow
Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop
Sometimes she'd shop and she would show me what she'd bought
Other people stared as if we were both quite insane
Someday my name and hers are going to be the same
Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say
Please share my umbrella
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows
Under my umbrella
All that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine
That umbrella we employed it
By August, she was mine
(Clarke / Hicks / Nash)
Too many people need me
I've got so much, So much to do
But when my travelling is over
I'll pay you back with interest
I'll pay you back with interest
It seems unfair to leave you
And sell myself the way I do
But when my wandering is over
I'll pay you back with interest
I'll pay you back with interest
Most of my life I've been moving
And when I tire out I'll come home to you
But until then I'll be waiting
I'll pay you back with interest
I'll pay you back with interest
How cold is my room, (How cold is my room)
Without your love beside me
We look at the same old moon (Looking at the moon)
But you're not here beside me
I'll pay you back with interest
I'll pay you back with interest
Break
Too many people need me
I've got so much, So much to do
But when my travelling is over
I'll pay you back with interest
I'll pay you back with interest
Stop Stop Stop
(Clarke - Hicks - Nash)
See the girl with cymbals on her fingers
Entering through the door
Ruby glistening from her navel
Shimmering around the floor
Bells on feet go ting-a ling-a linging
Going through my head
Sweat is falling just-a like-a tear drops
Running from her head
Now she's dancing, going through the movements
Swaying to and fro
Body moving, bringing back a memory
Thoughts of long ago
Blood is rushing, temperature is rising
Sweating from my brow
Like a snake, her body fascinates me
I can't look away now
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I'll have to leave
Now she's moving all around the tables
Luring all in sight
But I know that she cannot see me
Hidden by the light
Closer, closer, she is getting nearer
Soon she'll be in reach
As I enter into a spotlight
She stands lost for speech
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I'll have to leave
Break
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I'll have to leave
Now I hold her, people are staring
Don't know what to think
And we struggle knocking over tables
Spilling all the drinks
Can't they understand that I want her
Happens every week
Heavy hand upon my collar
Throws me in the street
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I'll have to leave