It's too late to be grateful It's too late to be late again It's too late to be hateful The European cannon is here The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers' eyes It's not the side-effects of the cocaine I'm thinking that it must be

Oh, anything I want he gives it to me Anything I want he gives it, but not for free It's hateful And it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere Well, I got a friend who's a man The man who keeps me from the lonely, the only He gives me what I need