Standard (EADGBE)

Nice old girls soak up the sun

Wondering who won the race they run

Sad old boys suck on lager tins

Staggering past on tottering pins

[c]Little kids play on the fountain by the square

And the flower girl sells bunches by the pair

Blue stocking blue a girl of high-legged renown

Strides past and through lacking only a gown

Her mind is high her heels on the ground

Poetess of the ordinary her thoughts profound

Her eyes are bright her nose looks down

The books she reads are her only sound

And you know you can't have her

You know it's not you

Only the girls in the square

Know who is who

Only the drunks by the fountain

Know what to do

Only the kids on the benches can have

Bloomsbury blue

Blue stocking blue makes tea in her flat

Wonders whether the day is right to wear a hat

She calls a friend, stretches her calf

Too lovely to be, too beautiful by half

She falls on the bed and arches her back

Closes her eyes and dreams of black

And you know you can't have her

You know it's not you

Only the ladies of the night

Know who is who

Only the sleeping drunks

Know what to do

Only the kids with their ball can have

Bloomsbury blue

See picture painters basking by the tree

The colours they use red blue and three

The publican laughs as three men bet

The horses aren't running so they stay in debt

Newsprint for a bed, a dosser falls

And somewhere close a tennis player calls

Then the horses run and the old girls dance

Time for the fair and the games of chance

Booze is falling like rain from the sky

And flowers lighten before they die

Kids paint their faces and mamas laugh

While bloomsbury blue ties on her scarf

She's on the square, she's by the park

She's in the light, she's in the dark

And you know you can't have her

You know it's not you

Only the ladies of the night

Know who is who

Only the sleeping drunks

Know what to do

Only the kids with their ball can have

Bloomsbury blue

Most of it's over she lies by the fire

Only she knows you can't get much higher

Than blue stocking blue a girl of high renown

Who seeks and finds without a sound

Who uses the day as if it's the night

Who passes you by never a sight

Who makes you shiver without knowing why

Like bloomsbury blue is part of the sky