John Martyn - Mad Dog Days Lyrics






You sit in your room, pretending to cry
Oh you seem so unwilling to try
Say what you're selling is just a lie
And know that your price is far too high

Every night and every day
I show you my picture, you just throw the frame away
With all that you think you've got little to say
I can't look at your face any more

Oh the mad dog days
I say oh they're just mad dog days
In them mad dog days
I don't care if it's true
Between me and you
Can't see it through
Please, let me say goodbye

I never get used to you
Oh no never, could never get used to you
I never get used to you
I never get used to you

You don't see my dream, I don't see your romance
You make me feel like a dancer, but you don't care to dance
You see me hit the bottle, you hit the sack
I go ratbag racing on the flat of my back

In these mad dog days
I call them mad dog days
I know them mad dog days
I don't care if it's true
Between me and you
Can't see it through
Oh please, let me say goodbye

I never get used to you
Oh I never get used to you
Ooh, I never get used to you
I never, never, never, never get used to you

Cos you, you keep sitting in your lonely little room
You never, never, never come out at all
You, you keep sitting in your little darkened room
You're unwilling to try
Pretending to cry
You're telling a lie
Oh please, just say goodbye

I never get used to you
I don't want to get used to you
I never get used to you
I never, never, no, could never get used to you

Ah lord I never get used to you
With your crying
I never get used to you
Stop crying, and lying
Oh I never get used to you
You know, could never get used to you





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  1. G.... M....

    His band are amazing musicians

  2. P.... P....

    Ohne was one of the grand close up sets, danke, lekker, John Wayne is a fave of mine. I have this on VHS, obviously nowt to play the bugger on!

  3. F.... ....

    Exceptional

  4. K.... H....

    This version is SO beautiful. God, so glad there was at least one of him around

  5. o.... ....

    JM sang with every bone in his body. Sweet bass too.

  6. j.... a....

    Love it love it love it......God I miss him....