Don't know what to do, don't know what to do,
Don't know what to do
Tired of weepin', tired of moanin', and I'm tired of groanin' for you

I'm so glad, I'm so glad 
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad, I'm so glad 
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad

Tired of weepin', tired of moanin', tired of groaning for you
Don't know what to do, don't what to do,
Don't know what to do

I'm so glad, I'm so glad 
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad, I'm so glad 
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad

Politician (Pete Brown) Unichappell Music (BMI)
Hey, hey now baby, get into my big black car
Hey now baby, get into my big black car
I wanna just show you what my politics are

I support the left, tho' I'm leanin'to the right
I support the left, tho' I'm leanin' to the right
But I'm just not there when, when it's coming to a fight

Political man and I practice what I preach
Political man and I practice what I preach
But I'm just not there, when you're in my reach

Hey now baby, get into my big black car
Hey now baby, get into my big black car
I wanna just show you what my politics are

Hey, hey, hey
I wanna just show you what my politics are

Badge (Eric Clapton and George Harrison) Unichappell Music (BMI) & Harrisongs Ltd. (PRS)
Thinkin' 'bout the times you drove in my car
Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far
And I'm thinkin' 'bout the love that you laid on my table

I told you not to wander round in the dark
I told you 'bout the swans, that they live in the park
Then I told you 'bout our kid: now he's married to Mabel

Yes, I told you that the light goes up and down
Don't you notice how the wheel goes round?
And you better pick yourself up from the ground
Before they bring the curtain down
Yes, before they bring the curtain down

Talkin' 'bout a girl that looks quite like you
She didn't have the time to wait in the queue
She cried away her life since she fell off the cradle

Missing the last bed, waving a cheery herring
Balancing brass bands on the tip of my toe
Phoning your home from my tree
Drinking my fav'rite loch

When I was old they gave me a model factory
I met three salads out on the motorway
Leaving your name at the door
Breaking my fav'rite egg

Missing the walrus, sharing my last banana
Balancing zeppelins on the end of my nose
Calling your name in the zoo
Blowing my fav'rite mind

What a Bringdown (Ginger Baker) Unichappell Music (BMI)
Taters in a jam-jar, parson's collar in the sky
Water in a fountain doesn't get me very high
Moby Dick and Albert making out with Captain Bligh
So you know what you know in your head
Will you, won't you, do you, don't you know when a head's dead?
What a bringdown!

Little Leta Lou is growin' 'ampsteads in the North
Nettie Bea's been wearin' daisies since the twenty-fourth
Where's it gonna end, there's one more coming forth
And you know what you know in your head
Will you, won't you, do you, don't you wanna go to bed?
What a bringdown!

There's a tea-leaf about in the family
Who'll end up in the flow'ry dale
There's a tea-leaf a-floatin' now for Rosalie
Hells bring ding-dong bell

Take a butchers at the dodginesses of old Bill
Aristotle's orchestra are living on the pill
One of them gets very very prickly when he's ill
And you know what you know in your head
Will you, won't you, do you, don't you wanna make more bread?
What a bringdown!

[Leta Lou and Nettie Bea are Ginger's two daughters;  the "one more coming forth" is Ginger's son, Kofi.]