Close the shop
Pull down the blinds
If anyone asks why
Tell them it’s time
I thought he’d come back
He said he would
The blighter’s done himself in
I can’t believe he could

Nature’s played me a dirty trick
I’m going to disappear
I want a few years peace and quiet
far away from here

The law says I’m a criminal
but I can’t help the way I am
Trying to find some kind of love
the only way I can

I’m an odd man out
Discretion guaranteed
I don’t scream and shout
but I know what I need
I’m an odd man out
an outlaw on the run
There’s quite a few of us about
in 1961

One day these laws
will be swept into the bin
No more blackmail or jail
No one doing himself in
Times will change
too late to right the wrong
Boy Barrett’s dead and gone

I’m an odd man out
Discretion guaranteed
I don’t scream and shout
but cut me and I’ll bleed
I’m an odd man out
an outlaw on the run
There’s quite a few of us about
in 1961

“Nature played me a dirty trick. I’m going to see I get a few years peace and quiet in return. You’ve got a big position, they’d listen to you. You ought to be able to state our case. Tell them there’s no magic cure for how we are, certainly not behind prison bars, come to feel like a criminal, an outlaw. Do you know what I think, Mr Farr? I think Boy Barrett’s well out of it.”