Summons In The Morning lyrics

(Thomas)
I looked down the street it was bitter quiet
A gentle rain was falling all around
I looked at the brick wall, it was destitute
An uglier piece of architecture you have never found
So I produced a poster from my overcoat
A paintbrush, a bucket full of glue
I stuck a poster on the barren wall
It looked so fine but then a voice said, "We've got news for you..."
"Son, it's too late and I don't want a debate
There is no way you can get off with a warning
Son, don't be dense! You know it's an offence
And you must expect a summons in the morning."
I said, "Are you mad? Perhaps you're just unwell
Could it be your quota's looking meagre?"
He said, "Just you watch your tongue or we'll have you in the cell."
The junior constable she looked so eager
I said, "Why don't you go find some axe murderer?
Someone you can chase and apprehend?
Anyone can see that we are meaning little harm
Anyone can see that what we do does not offend."
But he said, "Son, it's too late and I don't want a debate
There is no way you can get off with a warning
Son, don't be dense! You know it's an offence
And you must expect a summons in the morning."
So I just stay home and watch my telly now
My postering, I have given it away
Pneumonia costs nothing, but I can't pay the fines
My bank balance been frittered all away
And to the visuals of the city I'll not contribute
Though I am poorer now but still no wiser
And if the boys in blue they had their way with Collingwood
We might as well be living in Geelong or Mt. Eliza!
He said "Son, it's too late and I don't want a debate
There is no way you can get off with a warning
Son, don't be dense! You know it's an offence
And you must expect a summons in the morning"
And you must expect a summons in the morn...
Ohh, orrrning!