Otway, John Filmography

• Otway: The Movie (2012)
• Top of the Pops: The Story of 1977 (2012)
• Punk Strut: The Movie (2010)
• TV's Funniest Music Moments (2008)
• Urgh! A Music War (1981)

• Really Free - John Otway
• Poetry & Jazz - John Otway
• Geneve - John Otway
• Delilah - John Otway
• Cor Baby That's Really Free - John Otway
• Bunsen Burner - John Otway

Well I wake up in the morning,
Tell me baby what do you see?
I see my true love and she walks up and she kisses me,
I say "Cor baby that's really free".
I go walking down to your house,
Tell me baby is it good for me?
Your Ma and Pa, they just wanna kick me,
I say "Cor baby that's really free".
Really free really free,
Really really really really free,
Kick me.
I tried talking to your mama,
Oh no, that's not good for me,
Every time I go near your baby,
You say "Cor baby that's really free".
I tried singing in the bathroom,
'til my honey put the heat on me,
Every time you move towards my body
I say "Cor baby that's really free".
Really free really free,
Really really really really free,
Kick me.
So I wake up in the morning,
Tell me baby what do you see?
I see my true love and she walks up and she kisses me,
I say "Cor baby that's really free".
I go walking down to your house,
Tell me baby that's not good for me?
Your Ma and Pa, they just wanna kick me,
I say "Cor baby that's really free".
Really free really free,
Really really really free,

She said "It's hard for me to explain to you, the
brightness of the light.
I can still remember when my life was like that
A real and painless beauty I remember as a kid
When I thought that I knew everything and in a way I
She was a virgin then, a child in a million
With deep round hazel eyes of blazing intuition
She called me over to her side and said "Will you
please listen
I wanna show you something and it's something I've just
written
And I'm calling it Poetry and Jazz"
She watched her happy family turn to a broken home
Her father left with someone else, her mother on her
Her fourteenth birthday, her mother spent in tears
She celebrated on her own, her adolescent years.
It was hell then, caught in the crossfire
Of an emotional triangle she couldn't keep together
I heard her softly as she sobbed upon my shoulder
Saying "As you are the closest thing I've got to a
brother
Explain to me why is life so sad"
Sixteen was better 'cause sixteen was boys
Make-up parties alcohol and clothes
And saying to your boyfriend "Come on get out of bed
Look, its three o clock in the afternoon and my
mother's coming back"
And she smiled then, her eyes filled with laughter
She didn't know if it was love, but it didn't really
matter
She called me on the phone and said "Hey get this big
brother
I just got rid of one boyfriend and got myself another
And listen, this one drives a Jag"
She left school and boyfriends for university
Three years of study for an art degree
Her clothes were outrageous her hair was many colours
Her work was radical and so were her ideas
She said "This is brilliant this place is heaven
On a score of one to ten, I'd give this place eleven
It kicks you up the ass and it fires you with ambition
I often used to feel as if my life was just a prison
Now I realise it isn't quite that bad"
I was invited to an exhibition a little while ago
To an art gallery in Paris where she has a studio
She looked sophisticated she was wearing a bronze tan
And she'd sold all her work for some outrageous sum
And I looked at her and I started laughing
I said look you're supposed to be an artist you're
supposed to be suffering
And she just smiled back and pointed to this painting
Of a young girl around which she'd written out this
poem
She'd shown me once called Poetry and Jazz
My name is Angela I am twelve years old
I've given up on working hard and doing as I'm told
I see a child psychologist who's spotted in my head
A recipe for delinquency or something just as bad
But I'll fight for my independence
I see the world in another way to my teachers and my
parents
My priorities are different and my life is not as
aimless
I am not disruptive and I'm not dangerous
I've rhythm and purpose like poetry and jazz
She said "It's hard for me to explain to you, the
brightness of the light.
I can still remember when my life was like that
A real and painless beauty I remember as a kid
When I thought that I knew everything and in a way I

Geneve, take her to yourself
and watch her while she rests
she talks of you as home
I'll try to get to her somehow
while in your arms she lies
I hope she will not feel alone
and I, for the many things I've done
carry on and play the same songs
'cause I never knew, a better way of loving,
do you?
For she is so young, and my dreams
will see me playing for the screaming ladies of Los
Angeles
and when I decided that would be my stage
I was her age, I remember that was a tender time for me
Geneve, Easter's been and gone
and fate has played its hand
and I am on my own
but warm, is the hand that holds my arm
and always leads me on
so I never can stay long
so smile, and I'll see you in a while
as a tourist and a child, but not a loser
for you know love, is a very much harder thing to have
For I am still young, and it's true
that I don't forget her, and I don't regret and I'm not
going to
and as I wipe away, all the traces of Lisa blues
it is my shoes, that walk across the stage for the
applause
Geneve, take her to yourself
and watch her while she rests

I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window
I saw the flickering shadow of love on her blind
She was my woman
As she decieved me I watched and went out of my mind
My my my Delilah
Why why why Delilah
I could see, that girl was no good for me
But I was lost like a slave that no man could free
At break of day when that man drove away I was waiting
I crossed the street to her house and she opened the door
She stood there laughing
I felt the spoon in my hand and she laughed no more
My my my Delilah
Why why why Delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me Delilah I just couldn't take any more

Well I wake up in the morning,
Tell me baby what do you see?
I see my true love and she walks up and she kisses me,
I say "Cor baby that's really free".
I go walking down to your house,
Tell me baby is it good for me?
Your Ma and Pa, they just wanna kick me,
I say "Cor baby that's really free".
Really free really free,
Really really really really free,
Kick me.
Solo
I tried talking to your mama,
Oh no, that's not good for me,
Every time I go near your baby,
You say "Cor baby that's really free".
I tried singing in the bathroom,
'til my honey put the heat on me,
Every time you move towards my body
I say "Cor baby that's really free".
Really free really free,
Really really really really free,
Kick me.
Solo
So I wake up in the morning,
Tell me baby what do you see?
I see my true love and she walks up and she kisses me,
I say "Cor baby that's really free".
I go walking down to your house,
Tell me baby that's not good for me?
Your Ma and Pa, they just wanna kick me,
I say "Cor baby that's really free".
Really free really free,
Really really really free,

I'm an Alchemist baby
I can turn heavy metal .... into gold
I can make unstable compounds of mercury explode
I can make you glow
I can make you phosphoresce
I can burst your bubble
I can make you effervesce
Science tells you love
Is just a chemical reaction in the brain
Let me be your bunsen burner baby
Let me be your naked flame
You're going to turn bright red
When I do my litmus test on you
Acid it was, acid it is
And what acid was true
Check out what's in the test tube baby
You're my little pipette
The favourite piece of apparatus
In my chemistry set
Science tells you love
Is just a chemical reaction in the brain
Let me be your bunsen burner baby
Let me be your naked flame
You're the kind of carbon I can date
You're the element that makes me passionate
There's a chemistry experiment
I want to try in my brain
So come close to the Bunsen Burner