Chris Farlowe - Out Of Time The Immediate Anthology (2006) by Chris Farlowe (보컬) on maniadb.com

You don't know what's going on,
You've been away for far too long
You can't come back and think you are still mine

You're out of touch my baby
My poor old fashioned baby
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Yes you are left out, yes, you are
I said you're left out of there without a doubt
'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

You thought you was a clever girl
Giving up your social whirl
But you can't come back and be the first in line, oh yeah
You're obsolete, my baby
My poor old fashioned baby
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Yes, you are left out, yes, you are
I said you're left out of there without a doubt
'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Yes you are left out, yes, you are
I said you're left out of there without a doubt
'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time

Well, baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
I said baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
Yes you are left out, yes, you are
I said you're left out, out of there without a doubt
'cause baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
(Is everybody ready)
Baby, baby, baby, you're out of time
You thought you was a clever girl
(Baby, baby, baby, you're out of time)
You're livin' in that social whirl
(Baby, baby, baby, you're out of time)
Yes you are right now

Ever seen a blind man cross the road,
Try'na make the other side?
Ever seen a young girl growing old,
Try'na to make herself a bride?

So what becomes of you my love,
When they have finally stripped you of,
The handbags and the gladrags,
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you?

Once I was a young man,
And all I thought I had to do was smile,
Well you are still a young girl,
And you bought everything in style,

So once you think you're in, you're out,
'Cause you don't mean a single thing without,
The handbags and the gladrags,
That your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy you,

Sing a song of six-pence for your sake,
And drink a bottle full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake,
And bake them all in a pie,

They told me you missed school today,
So what I suggest you just throw them all away,
The handbags and the gladrags,
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy,

They told me you missed school today,
So what I suggest you just throw them all away,
The handbags and the gladrags,
That your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy you.