| Ballad Of An Upstairs Window
Words and music by Pete Atkin
I was going to the pictures with my girl at seven thirty
Got there first and started queueing on my own.
By nine fifteen she still had not arrived and so I walked
Around the block and then I thought I'd telephone.
I let the phone keep ringing for ten minutes, p'raps a quarter
Of an hour then concluded she's not home.
I thought I'd walk around the block again but soon got fed up
Wand'ring aimlessly around all on my own.
It was then the thought occurred to me she might have been there all the time
Just let the phone keep ringing on its own
In order that I might be led to think that she'd gone out
Or for some other reason wasn't there at home.
Now if for any reason this should prove to be the case
I couldn't help but wonder what the cause might be.
Perhaps her budgie Goldie had escaped out of the window,
But in any case I thought I'd go and see.
Well the truth is. by the time I'd caught the bus down at the corner
And arrived, the time was nearly half-past ten.
So in order that I shouldn't seem a fool I went into the phone box
Just outside her house and phoned again.
Just as I dialled the number I perceived an upstairs window
In her house become illumined by a light.
Immediately I replaced the receiver on the bracket
And once more I stepped outside into the night.
Now I knew her mum and dad had gone to Scotland for the weekend
And that she was in the house all on her own.
So I presumed it was her brother's motorbike what stood outside the gate
Although it's eighteen months since he left home.
I felt compelled to cogitate on what was most appropriate
In circumstances previously unknown.
I reasoned that if she felt tired she wouldn't thank me if I
Woke her up and so I caught the bus back home.
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