No You - Paul Kelly, The Messengers

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 of there

Flying through the front door

Then I hit the air!

No you!

No you!

No you!

No you!

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

They pick me up when I’m feeling 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!