They wake up when the sun goes down They get up while we're drinking tea And go out when the day is done The early morning hangers on The girls are full of arrogance that's Mirrored in their swelling breasts The boys have got that casual stance Of favoured sons of self-made men The early morning hangers on Chorus: Come on let's dance........ Come on............ Eyes rooted in her breasts They toil to pass the night away Washing away melancholy But without dirtying their hands The early morning hangers on At midnight they begin to talk Of poems they haven't read Of novels they'll never write Of lovers that they've never had Of great truths they've never known The early morning hangers on Chorus Love only gets them in the gut It was it was, so good It was, you wouldn't understand The early morning hangers on Let's down another last whiskey Let's tell another last good joke Let's down the very last whiskey Let's dance the very last tango Let's down the very last hurt The early morning hangers on Chorus x 2