Stage director stood up and he called the actors downHe asked them all to say three words, up, down and aroundUp, down and around they cried with one recording voiceAnd up, down and around they went for it was their only choiceI can only turn again, to the front againOnly to turn again, to the rearTurn again, turn again, turn, turn, turn againI can listen, but I can't hearMy friend's girl, she has a wireless aerial, sticking out of her headA pile of true romances, lying underneath her bedA giant portrait of Steve McQueen, just beside the doorBut I know she'll get along fine without him if she doesn't see him anymoreI can only turn again, to the front againOnly to turn again, to the rearTurn again, turn again, turn, turn, turn againI can only turn again, to the front againOnly to turn again, to the rearTurn again, turn again, turn, turn, turn againI can only turn again, to the front againAnd the song that he was playing would have mercy on my earI can only turn again, to the front againOnly to turn again, to the rearTurn again, turn again, turn, turn, turn againI can't listen, but I can't hearI remember what the old man said on his little wooden standAs he spoke very quietly, with the waving of his handEvery pigeon to its own hole, was what he seemed to sayNo one should go looking for a better place to stayI can only turn again, to the front againOnly to turn again, to the rearTurn again, turn again, turn, turn, turn againI can't listen, but I can't hearTurn again, turn again, turn, turn, turn againI can't listen, but I can't hear