I don't think it's all
I've been watching from the window
I've been watching from the door
But I'm not sure
No, I'm just not sure
No, I'm just not sure
No, I'm just not sure
If this is what you want
After all you said
Johnny always pushed in front
But now poor Johnny's dead
I guess the moral is
Don't be someone else's kid
Secrets on the radar screen
Wonder where those dots
Have gone
You won't live to be nineteen
But don't you think it's odd
Secrets in the afterglow
Soldiers aren't supposed to know
Until a doctor says hello
Do you believe in God?
I've been hanging round in Brighton
I've been hanging round in Brighton
I've been hanging round the pier
It's lovely here
But it seems so queer
If this is what you want
After all it did
Screwed your head on back to front
Look at poor old Sid
I guess it's all good
I guess the moral is
Don't wear someone else's gear
Secrets in atomic piles
Up and down the British Isles
Every time a shop girl smiles
No one thinks it's odd
Secrets that I can't reveal
Sorry but my heart's broken
My lips are sealed
If you knew the way I feel
You might think it's odd
Secrets that you'll never see
Though you're sitting next to me
But when you can never be
But I don't think it's odd
Secrets that you'll never know
Dating back so long ago
Burning in the radio
Do you believe in God?
You're listening to the
Status Quo Radio
After a long wait
That's right

Can't say no
absolutely
Can't say no
you