So sorry for your trouble Tell me to take a walk And I would understand Of course it’s good to talk Here take my handkerchief No, I don’t need it back Please don’t worry So sorry for your trouble And I was wondering And I would understand If you might have one to hand If you had a photograph? Of course I’d bring it back Please don’t worry And I wonder, if I stay in this How hard boiled will I become? As hard boiled as some My friends in the newsroom The Colins and Bobs All done their black tie jobs I have to go, so sorry Walking back to the car And I can hear your sobs I hate these black tie jobs