The Quiet One


John Entwistle © 1981 Whistle Rymes Ltd./Hot Red Music/BMI

Everybody calls me the Quiet One.
You can see but you can't hear me.
Everybody calls me the Quiet One.
You can try but you can't get near me.
I ain't never ever had the gift of gab.
But I can talk with my eyes.
When words fail me, you won't nail me.
My eyes can tell you lies.

Still waters run deep, so be careful I don't drown you.
You've got nothing to hear, I've got nothing to say.
Sticks and stones may break your bones,
But names can never down you.
It only takes two words to blow you away.

Everybody calls me the Quiet One
But you just don't understand.
You can't listen, you won't hear me
With your head stuck in the sand.
I ain't never had time for words that don't rhyme.
My head is in a cloud.
I ain't quiet--everybody else is too loud.

Still waters run deep, so be careful I don't drown you.
You've got nothing to hear, I've got nothing to say.
Sticks and stones may break my bones.
But names can never down you.
It only takes two words to blow you away.



Did You Steal My Money?


Pete Townshend © 1981 Towser Tunes Inc./Longitude Music Co./BMI

I wake up on broken glass
But you left your number
All the members of the cast
Reckon I was lumbered

Did you steal it?
Did you screw me?
Did you peel it?
Did you do me?

Are you out there Mr. No-One
Is my investment growing?
Sorry that I got so drunk
But I wrote you a poem

Did you search me?
Did you turn me over?
While I cold-turkeyed
On the sofa?

Did you steal my money?

How can we forgive a grievance
Now that we all live with demons?
Di you know that poor old veteran
That you kicked right outta his bed?
He says that he cannot forget you
But he does not wish you dead
Just leave his gold watch in reception
And he'll keep the sixteen stitches in his head
Did you steal his money?

Did you pinch my trainer football?
Say if you half-inched it
Though I heard a female footfall
While I washed my kitchen

Did you use me?
Why'd I trust you?
Why'd you abuse me?
I won't bust you

Did you steal my money?
It fell right off my lorry

Did you pinch my brasso?
Nick my gelt you asshole?



How Can You Do It Alone? (1979 version)


Pete Townshend © 1981 Towser Tunes Inc./Longitude Music Co./BMI

Where do you buy your shoes?
Where do you hear all the news?
Where do you get the latest catch?
How do you know where to fuck?

How can you do it all by yourself?
How can you do it all by yourself?
How can you do it all by yourself?
How can you do it all by yourself?

Where do you buy your clothes?
Nobody knows.
How do you get your walk?
Where do you learn to talk?

How can you do it all by yourself?
How can you do it all by yourself?
How can you do it all by yourself?
How can you do it all by yourself?

You buy a sweet magazine.
(How can you do it alone?)
Hey boy, your queen
(How can you do it alone?)
Unzip your fly
(How can you do it alone?)
And then you close your eyes.

How can you do it alone?
How can you do it alone?
How can you do it without any help?
Where can you do it without any help?
How can you do it without any help?
How can you do it without any help?
I need your help!
You need mine!

How can you do it alone?
How can you do it alone?
You can't do it alone.
You can't do it alone.
You can't do it alone.
You can't do it alone.

How can you do it without any help?
How can you do it without any help?
How can you do it without any help?
How can you do it without any help?

How can you do it alone?
How can you do it alone? (You can't!)
How can you do it alone?
How can you do, how can you do, how can you do,
How can you do, how can you do...all alone?



How Can You Do It Alone? (1980 version)


Pete Townshend © 1981 Towser Tunes Inc./Longitude Music Co./BMI

Saw a man about fifty or so
He looked lonely but his eyes were bright
He was walking up the Holland Park Road
And I stopped him to ask for a light
He practically froze when I spoke
But eased when he saw my cigarette
Then I saw as he lit up my smoke
Beneath his coat he was naked and wet.

With eyes full of shame,
For he knew that I knew
He slumped to the wall with a moan
I said "I know there's no name
For what you go through
But how can you do it alone?"

I crossed the street to the local newstore
Flicked through some cheap magazines
Beside me some schoolkid I saw
Pushed some girlie mags down into his jeans
The shop girl was watching, amazed
Asked me to call for the police.
She screamed at his blushing young face
And he escaped into the streets.

With eyes full of shame, etc.

Do it alone, how can you do it alone?
I need your help, so I can do it by myself.
Do it alone, don't have to breathe down a phone
I ain't got a clue, 'bout the things that you do
But how...can you do it alone?

How can you do it?
How can you do it?

Back at the flat my girl sat in the shower
And wasn't too keen on me sharing.
She came out well after an hour
And by that time, I was past caring.
Some women it seems have the knack
Of attaining the stars in their dreams
They simply relax and lay back
While people like us scratch our jeans.

With eyes full of shame
And I know it must show
I slump--and I fall and I groan
Will somebody explain
What I need to know
How can you do it alone?

How can you do it?
How can you do it?
How can you do it without any help?
How can you do it all by yourself?