What about the five day week
Or aimless walks on Saturdays
What about the Sunday drive
Or a pint at night in a pub where people speak
Ooh baby that’s what I like
There must be more that we can do than mock
More that we can say than squawk
More that we can hear than pep talk
There must be more that we can feel than adequate
What about sob sob
What’s so naff about sob sob
Must everything be sweet and white
What about the stars in the black of the night
There’s a whole rake of stuff losing ground
We’re starting to drown in taffy
What about big bold craziness
Or fat old lazy days
Ooh baby that’s what I like
There must be more that we can do than deny
More that we can do than drive by
What about the shrubbery in that field
Filled with butterflies
There must be more that we can do than count
One to ten and back again
Surging on full speed to our tombstones
What about the five day week
Or aimless walks on Saturdays
What about the Sunday drive
Or a pint at night in a pub where people speak
Ooh baby that’s what I like
There must be more that we can do than shout
More than clout to throw about
The quiet man in the corner almost never gets singled out
And he can sing a song so sweet and free
Like a bird up in the tree
He’s not trying to impress
He’s simply getting something off his chest
Ooh baby that’s what I like
This song has become such a live favourite; people just love to sing it full voice. Nothing pleases me more
than to hear an audience sing, it is such a stirring sound. When I knew that Gerry and this great band were
going to play with me, I just had to hear what this song would sound like with them. Writer Irene Luchitti
from Australia says that we turned a good song (from my album 3 Minute World) into a great one. I wouldn’t
know, but you would.