Once I was hailed as a prodigal son. In other words, loved by everyone. Now it's so different: wherever I go, nobody wants to know. Tried having meet… - Gilbert O'Sullivan

There's nothing in the world that I'd like more
than to be left standing outside your door,
where perhaps I might be asked to come in.
There I could very easily demonstrate
of what now appears to be my fate,
you see I'm hooked on something
and it's not heroin.
Oh, I just can't get enough of you.
No, I can't get enough. What am I gonna do?
I've tried every trick in the book that's going,
now I've decided that they're not worth knowing,
my predicament is as simple as this:
I'm not satisfied, and the reason is
I just can't get enough of you.

Once upon a time I drank a little wine,
was as happy as could be, happy as could be,
Now I'm just like a cat on a hot tin roof,
Baby, what do you think you're doing to me?
Told you once before
and I won't tell you no more,
so get down, get down, get down
You're a bad dog, Baby
but I still want you around, around
I still want you around
Hey hey hey

So where did you go to, who did you see?
How did you know I’d be there?
Oh, and did you remember not to forget?
Tell me cos I don’t...
Tell me cos I don’t care
Don’t care.