So I called you on the phone and your friend said "She's not home"
So I told her where I'd be at and that you should call me back
Then I looked at the morning mail, I was not even expecting a bill
Your letter-a-started "Dear," and it left me with these tears
It was a sad day, bad day, sad day, bad day

Think of the times that we had rows, but we patched them up somehow
Think of the times I tried to go, but you screamed and told me now
There is only one thing in this world that I can't understand
that's a girl
I keep a-readin' the things you said like a bad dream in my head
It was a sad day, bad day, sad day, bad day

Oh, what a sad, sad, old day - a sad, ol day
It was a sad, old day
A sad, old day, it was a bad, old day
sad old day a bad old day
If there is one awful thing in this world that I can't understand
that's a girl

It was a sad, sad, old day, sad old day
It was a sad, old day

Now you're sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
But you're gonna be fine

The elephant's in the bedroom
Throwing all his weight about
And I'm locked in the bathroom
Your screaams are gonna drown me out

Now you're sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
But you're gonna be fine

I got a cold chill
I get a cool thrill
Are you ready for the gilded cage
Are you ready for the tears of rage
Come on baby, don't let them drown you out

Now you're sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
But you're gonna be fine

You're gonna be fine
You're gonna be fine
You're gonna be fine
You're gonna be fine

I said yeah
I said yeah

Augustin knew temptation
He loved women, wine and song
And all the special pleasures
Of doing something wrong

I said yeah
I said yeah

I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh Yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

And could you stand the torture
And could you stand the pain
Could you put your faith in Jesus
When you're burning in the flames
I said yes

I do believe in miracles
And I want to save my soul
And I know that I'm a sinner
I'm gonna die here in the cold
I said yes, I said yeah

I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh Yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

I thought I heard an angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop falling from his eye

John the Baptist was a martyr
But he stirred up Herod's hate
And Salome got her wish
To have him served up on a plate

I said yeah
I said yeah

I said yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me
Oh Yeah, oh yeah
You'll never make a saint of me

I thought I heard and angel cry
I thought I saw a teardrop fall from his eye
I thought I saw an angel cry

You'll never make a saint of me
You'll never make a saint of me

Say a prayer for the common foot soldier
Spare a thought for his back breaking work
Say a prayer for his wife and his children
Who burn the fires and who still till the earth

And when I search a faceless crowd
A swirling mass of gray and
Black and white
They don't look real to me
In fact, they look so strange

Raise your glass to the hard working people
Let's drink to the uncounted heads
Let's think of the wavering millions
Who need leading but get gamblers instead

Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
Empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio

And when I look in the faceless crowd
A swirling mass of grays and
Black and white
They don't look real to me
Or don't they look so strange

Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's think of the lowly of birth
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth

Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth
Let's drink to the two thousand million
Let's think of the humble of birth

Sending a letter
To my mother
I need some loving
Send it to me

I lost my lover
Unfaithful lover
I need some money
Send it to me

I need consoling
Your boy's feeling lonely
Describe her for me

Send it to me

Send it to me
Send it to me
Send it to me
Send it to me

If she can't travel
I can take the mule train
I can take the aeroplane
Send it to me

Yeah, and I'm begging you
Begging you, down on my knees
Baby please, please please
You, you, got to send it, send it, send it
Send it to me
Send her to me

Send her to me
Send her to me
Send her to me

Yeah, I'm sending in a letter
To my sister
In Australia
Sister Marie

Ain't got no lover
No sense of cover
I need some loving
Send it to me

Send it to me
Send it to me
Send it to me
Send it to me

She won't have to watch her step
Seh won't have to relocate
I guarantee her personal security

She don't have to be five foot ten
Or blond or brunette
She don't have to be no social hostess
Send her

She might work in a factory
Right next door to me
In my fantasy
Send her to me

Send her to me
Send her to me
Send her to me
Send her to me

She could be Rumanian
Could be Bubarian
Could be Albanian
Might be Hungarian
Could be Australian
Could be the Alien
Send her to me

Send her to me
Send her to me
Send her to me
Send her to me