Every Picture Tells a Story - Live at Wembley, London, UK, 4/5/1991

(Two, two-two, three)

Spent some time feeling inferior

Standing in front of my mirror

Combed my hair in a thousand ways

But it came out looking just the same

Daddy said, "Son, you better see the world

I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave

Just remember one thing, don't lose your head

To a woman that'll spend your bread"

I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away

If you felt you didn't fit in

The French police wouldn't give me no peace

They claimed I was a nasty person

Down along the left bank, minding my own

Was knocked down by a human stampede

Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot

When all I wanted was a cup of tea

I was accused, I was abused, oh yeah

On the Peeking ferry, I was feelin' merry

Sailing on my way back here

I fell in love with a slit-eyed lady

Lord, I was glad I found her

Shanghai pill, never used the pill

She claimed that it just ain't natural

Took me up on deck and bit my neck

Oh people, I was glad I found her, yeah whoa

Ooh, yeah!

I firmly believed that I

Didn't need anybody but me

I sincerely thought I was so complete

But look how wrong you can be

Make the best out of the bad joke, man, laugh it off

You didn't need to come here anyway

Just remember, every picture tells a story, don't it?

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

Every picture tells a story, don't it?

Every picture tells a story, don't it?