Running out of Space I never though you'd ever let me down You're not that sort, But you've got the right to astound Staying on the straight and narrow, Singing like Mia Farrow I never thought I'd ever punch you out But Sundays are wrought With murder and doubt Keeping on the straight and narrow Singing like me It's a hard time for summer And for honesty When you're drunk, You will sing 'What a Waste' It's the right time of the year For some novelty But I can't stop, I'm running out of space I never thought I'd ever let you down Like going on holiday, It's tense if I don't know what to do with my day Straight and narrow Singing like me It's the right time for summer And for honesty When you're drunk, You will sing 'What a waste' It's the right time of the year For some novelty But I can't stop, I'm running out of space It's the right time of the year For some honesty When you're drunk, You will sing 'What a Waste' It's the right time of the year For some novelty But I can't stop, I'm running out of space No, I can't stop I'm running out of space Out of space Out of space Out of space