Of sleeping rough i've had enough

and the pointless error of my ways.

I've seen the light the other night,

a man from the Church was doing research

on how we spend our days.

 

Now i've turned myself around

like others sometimes do.

Well, after all it's a waste of a life,

so now i'm looking for a wife

to love me for what I might become

instead of just a pathetic bum.

 

Uncle Charlie has offered me a room,

why didn't I think of that before?

I guess I quite enjoyed the freedom

living outside the law.

 

One thing's for sure: there will be those

who'll sleep much easier at night

knowing they won't see me again

to give them all a fright.