Piggy In The Middle Songtext / Lyric

I'm alone

I'm not with you

When I get in at night the many facets of the conversation

Roll around inside my head



Who's going with who?

Who's going with you?

You are the girl who for a twist plays ventriloquist

To other boys line up to be your pooch



But if I draw a circle and I walk around it

You're the piggy in the middle

I love my little pig until it hurts



I want to dance

Give the boy a chance

I want to lose myself in 1986

The darkened cinematic days of love and trance






Your crisp white tee – shirt

Rock a bill eee – hurts

An army of affected youth

They're cute in boots

I look at her the girl is looking back at me



And with a thought that cuts me

She will turn and curtsey to her rockabilly boyfriend

It's too late the damage done



I will catch them on the stairs

I'm like a bad smell that stays

They will turn round and see me

They will kiss stroke and feel

Just for the benefit: the boy voyeur

His camera makes up for what he's lost



You know I know you're the Queen

But when there's nothing to rule

Who is the fool?



Wait for spring

I want to sing

Sleep is a drag love is the drug flu is the bug

I got my bag it's full of stuff I want to bring



There is a club

There is a girl

Give her the secret sign that I'll be there

A little clue

Maybe she'll pick it up

Maybe she'll pass



But I go into the building and she's over by the bar

And by the time they play New Order

She is over in the corner



And she's telling me stuff

I think she feels pretty rough

She has to lean on her shoulder

She is drunk, I am sober

And I take her confession

It's the coolest little session of the month

As I take her confession

I confess I got my hand under her blouse