Both Sides of Herman's Hermits lyrics

Deep down inside of night
There磗 a basic feeling of appetite for love
The shadows fall, the moon comes out
And night owls crawl the streets no doubt, for love
(x2):
Don磘 be fooled by her love
You can never win
You can buy her everything
And she will blow it in
Influential people went
Their Swedish cars are just in trend for love

MY OLD DUTCH
Words by: A.C.Ingle
Music by: Albert Chevalier
I've got a pal, a regular out an' outer.
She's a dear old gal, an' I'll tell you all about 'er;
It's forty years since fust we met,
Her hair was then as black as jet.
It's whiter now, but she don't fret
Not my old gal.

We've been together now for forty years
An' it don't seem a day too much.

(Hopwood/Leckenby/Silverman)

Speed this locomotive on the railroad line
and tell the driver man that I ain't got much time
there's a little lady waitin' down the track
I'm on my way to meet her and I'm not turning back
so hurry on mister, I just learned
my reservation's been confirmed
I ain't go no sleeping car or paid first rate
I'm picking at a chicken in the third class rate

(Thomas/Levitt)

Everyones life is bittersweet
It's a door that opens wide
And no man can call himself complete
Till he's seen it from both sides

This door swings both ways
It's marked 'In' and 'Out'
Some days you'll want to cry
And some days you will shout

This door swings both ways
It goes back and forth
In comes a southern breeze
Or a cold wind from the north

The man with the cigar walked on up to where I was workin' this mornin'
The man with the cigar said that I was workin' too slow
& if I didn't speed it up, he'd have to let me go

I'm workin' like a dog, so why's he always hangin' around me to hound me?
He's pushing me too far, & pretty soon my back is gonna break
I've taken all that I can take from the man with the cigar

(x2):

Verse 1:

Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say

Please share my umbrella
Bus stop, bus goes, she stays, love grows

Under my umbrella

All that summer we enjoyed it

Wind and rain and shine

That umbrella, we employed it

By August, she was mine

Chorus:

Every morning I would see her waiting at the stop

Sometimes she'd shopped and she would show me what she bought

1) Dial my number

Anytime You’re feeling sad and blue

Dial my number

And I’ll count the seconds and the minutes, and the hours
And the days, that I waited when I wanted You

2) Dial my number

Anytime You feel like You’re gonna die

Dial my number

And I’ll count the seconds and the minutes, and the hours

Oh Mr. Porter, what shall I do?
I want to go to Birmingham
But here I am at Crewe
Take me back to London
As quickly as you can
Oh Mr. Porter what a silly girl I am.