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