It became a famous joke
the way trouble followed you home
How you sang into tiny microphones
on ruined afternoons
How you put leaflets through doors
to fund the calm of evening
It became a famous joke
last to arrive and the first to leave
How you are still in love
with every woman you have known
How you smell of beer and cigarettes
on your clothes and on your breath
It became a famous joke
the way trouble followed you home
How you lost the will to speak
How you stopped answering the phone