You think you’re gay,
It gets in the way
Of being in love with your boyfriend,
You don’t fancy blokes,
You don’t laugh at jokes.
Your antichrist could be a godsend.
You’re coming down now,
I guess you’ve found how most of us live,
We’ll have to forgive you not knowing

If you get a little bit of something good
Grab hold of it
And never let go,
You don’t know what may grow from it.
If you get a little bit of something good
Hold onto it
And never let go,
You don’t know what may come of it.

We were the punks the barley wine drunks,
The last of the art school teenagers.
Now no one drops out and nobody shouts (“oi”),
They’ve closed the crash course for the ravers.

You’re coming down now,
I guess you found how most of us live,
We’ll have to forgive you not knowing

If you get a little bit of something good
Grab hold of it
And never let go,
You don’t know what may grow from it.
If you get a little bit of something good,
You hold onto it
And never let go,
You don’t know what may come of it.

(Something good, something good, something good, something good)

Why am I always the one,
Who won’t let go who’s hanging on after all the love has gone?
(Long gone).

Why did you leave Camden town? (For something good.)
Why don’t we see you around? (For something good.)
Why did you leave Camden town? (For something good.)
Why don’t we see you around? (For something good.)
Why did you leave Camden town? (For something good.)
Why don’t we see you around? (For something good.)
Why did you leave Camden town? (For something good.)
Why don’t we see you around? (For something good.)
Why did you leave Camden town? (For something good.)
Why don’t we see (For something good.)