No Can Do Lyrics - Mark Knopfler

Skint in a material world 

I did a warehouse stint for southsea girl 

It was HongKong clothes for cash 

Everybody got treated worse than trash 

Punch the card in the company clock 

Load the trolleys and the company trucks 

And around and around the whole day through 

And you couldn't sit down when there was nothing to do 

Well they had beaten up people from every land 

Fools like me trying to be in bands 

A little french girl so good to me 

But I couldn't love her back so lonely 

A backpacker travelling through 

A lumberjack with the travelling blues 

He had worn out shoes and wore out cuffs 

And big ideas that were never big enough 

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He said "The man wants you, go wash his car. 

Hey you, I'm talking to you." 

I said "Me? Not me, uh uh. No can do." 

No can, can do, no can 

No can, can do, no can 

Now some were grown up unlike me 

And were dealing with reality 

I was spitting, sulking, smoking, shirking 

While the lady from Jamaica was singing and working 

I had everyone but me to blame 

And everyday was just the same 

Well nobody ever said it was a righteous world 

But they did they never said it was a southsea girl 

He said "The man wants you, go wash his car. 

Hey you, I'm talking to you." 

I said "Me? Not me, uh uh. No can do." 

No can, can do, no can 

No can, can do, no can 

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Well I've made my bed on people's floors 

Opened up and closed some doors 

Dreamed that if my dreams came true 

Then I wouldn't do what I didn't want to 

Walking through the gates to the outside 

To dream some dreams that never died 

And I walked the streets of London town 

Looking for a place to put my head down