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