| Please help me out of this place |
| I’m losing my face, I’m losing my mind |
| The bad times are bad bad bad |
| And the good times are so damn fine |
| As if this isn’t enough |
| Here comes you with more hassle |
| I feel like a face in the crowd |
| One of the sheep, one of the cattle |
| You know there’s always so much worrying a man can do |
| So get out of my face and |
| Come back tomorrow |
| Laying all your problems on me |
| Bring all your sorrows |
| Piled up on my floor |
| Something to bear in mind |
| As Mister Time creeps up behind |
| Things that you should do |
| Before the twinkle in your eye |
| Becomes a stone in your shoe |
| Never underestimate (ba, ba, ba, ba) |
| The power of a sad broken soul within (ba, ba, ba, ba) |
| Smile, I’ll nevertheless |
| And never suppress your fervent instinct |
| I don’t need to hear it |
| I don’t need your problems baby |
| So get out of my face and |
| Come back tomorrow |
| Laying all your problems on me |
| Bringing all your sorrows |
| Piled up on my floor |
| Come back tomorrow |
| Changing all the rules baby |
| Bringing all your baggage |
| Spreading around |
| You know my life expectancy is getting too short |
| You know that I’m drifting away |
| Come back tomorrow |
| Laying all your problems on me |
| Bringing all your sorrows |
| Piled up on my floor |
| Come back tomorrow |
| Changing all the rules baby |
| Bringing all your baggage |
| Spreading around |
| Come back tomorrow |
| (Come back tomorrow) |
| Come back tomorrow |
| (Come back tomorrow) |
| Come back tomorrow |
| (Come back tomorrow) |
| Come back tomorrow |