As featured in Lucky Bag: The Victoria Wood Song Book, 1st edition published 1984 by Methuen, ISBN 0-413-56140-2 (hardback), 0-413-56150-X (paperback).
I first sang this song with Julie in Wood and Walters. She walked about and I did the harmony. She sang it in B flat but I do it in C because I'm two inches taller. We wore suits and someone wrote in and said she looked like Harold Wilson. Somebody else said I looked like a bag of laundry. It was my sister.
'Don't do it' is quite a hard song to remember because all the
choruses begin with the same words. It's easy to muddle them up,
and then you've got people taking overdoses before they've even
got miserable.
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Smiled for the photos like a dream come true. He said he'd love her for ever. As if! It's a shame he never promised not to bore her stiff.
Only the lonely would ever dispute what I'm saying.
It's stupid. it's painful. Don't do it.
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| 2. |
She knew every movement. She'd heard every joke. They made love with the light off, and nothing said. And the thought she could change things never entered her head.
Only the lonely would ever dispute what I'm saying.
It's easily ruined. Don't do it.
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| 3. * |
She was smiling and desperate, but didn't like to say. Counted pills in a bottle, and dared herself. Heard his car stop in the driveway, put them back on the shelf.
Only the lonely would ever dispute what I'm saying.
To go under. Don't do it. (Repeat from *) |
© Victoria Wood, 1981
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