Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music) I woke up with all my clothes on Cigarette smoke in my hair Unglued my eyes and saw a dirty room Spilling ashtray by my bed Empty bottle on the chair No one else was there I was ready in two minutes flat Just washed my face and combed my hair I had an eight-twenty-five train to catch I was out there Flying thought the front door Then I hit the air! No you! No you! No you! No you! [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/no-you-lyrics-paul-kelly-and-the-messengers.html ] No you, no you, no you! I was sucked into the subway Like an ant into a hole I stood in the crowded carriage Shoulder to shoulder The wheels began to roll A tattoo in my soul I do not lack good companions To pick a man up when he's down We go to the track on Saturdays Spread our money 'round I go up and down And every single sound says No you! No you! No you! No you! No you, no you, no you!