Growing Man Blues Lyrics - Mott The Hoople

All right, come on now 

Well it's Sunday afternoon 

I'm sitting in my living room 

And I'm stung by love 

Baby, don't care about me 

She got a place on the North End Road 

I been around, the curtains were closed 

And I'm stung by love, stung by love 

Baby, don't care about me 

I got the growing man blues 

Can't get it on the National Health 

I got the growing man blues 

Guess I'll have to get it myself 

Come on, all right 

Yeah yeah 

Well, I follow her around 

She means another [Incomprehensible] 

And I'm stung by love 

Baby, don't care about me 

I'm shy [Incomprehensible] 

It's about eleven when she turns off the light 

And I'm stung by love, stung by love 

Baby, don't care about me 

I got the growing man blues 

Can't get it on the National Health 

I got the growing man blues 

Guess I'll have to get it myself 

Yeah oh no yeah hey hey oh yeah oh 

Oh all right, yeah 

He's got the growing man blues 

Can't get it on the National Health 

I got the growing man blues 

Guess I'll have to get it myself, all right