Just A Little Bit

You're thinking 'bout your money
You're careering off the track
You're too busy doing nothing
You don't see that it won't last

When you're strung across the age gap
All your friends been down the drain
And you're prone to that old cliche
If I could only have my time again

Hand after handout
Where's your self-respect ?
Your wardrobe's all second handed
Where's your magic now ?

Think you're the Artful Dodger
You can only dodge for so long
And when Fagin pulls your plug out
You wonder what went wrong

Hand after handout
Where's your self-respect ?
Your wardrobe's all second handed
Where's your magic now ?

There's no way back, there's no way back, no way back
Just a little bit, just a little bit

When you're strung across the age gap
All your friends been down the drain
And you're prone to that old cliche
If I could only have my time again

Hand after handout
Where's your self-respect ?
Your wardrobe's all second handed
Where's your magic now ?

Nowhere fast, nowhere fast
Just a little bit, just a little bit
Woo !

Lyrics by:
Brown

Music by:
Squire / Brown / Couzens

Written:
1984

Personnel:
John Squire (lead guitar)
Ian Brown (vocals)
Andy Couzens (rhythm guitar)
Pete Garner (bass)
Alan Wren (drums)

Produced by:
Martin Hannett

Available on:
Garage Flower (3.04)

First live performance:
Hampstead Moonlight (23 October 1984)

Pseudonyms:
'Artful Dodger', 'Self Respect'

Details:
The first song written by The Stone Roses, in the cellar at Andy Couzens's house, it thematically has parallels with So Young, a song critical of people who sit in their flats all day, wasting their time, according to Ian. It incorporates characters from Charles Dickens's Oliver Twist.

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