Tekster: Kinks. Yo-Yo.

There are many different people, livin' double lives
One for the office and one that they take home to their wives
He sits in the armchair, watching channel 4
With his brains not expected home for an hour or more
He's still drifting to and fro, like a yo-yo

Wife is in the kitchen, fixin' her old man's tea
She's thinking to herself
"He's not the man that married me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
They used to laugh together, now he's never at home
Now she's fighting back the tears, she can't even laugh alone
She's just sitting by the telephone, like a yo-yo

You needed me when you were crying
Now you're laughing I'm the last thing on your mind
First you love me, then you don't
I'm up and down
Like a yo-yo, yo-yo

Ah, you thought you knew me pretty well
With people like me you never can tell
You can only guess which way I'll go
You got me sussed, but you don't know

I'm a yo-yo
Just like a yo-yo on a string
I'm a yo-yo
Little child playing with a yo-yo
(Yo-yo)
Yo-yo

Girl you had me dangling, like a yo-yo on a string
But with you at the controls I could accomplish anything
Yeah yeah,yeah, yeah.
You were just playing, I was a little boy
But when I grew into a man you just threw away your toy
Like a yo-yo, yo-yo

You might be popular, but it won't last for long
So don't give up the day job, in case it all goes wrong
Look at your ego, watch it go, up and down
Like a yo-yo, yo-yo
(Yo-yo)

You needed me when you were crying
But now you're laughing I'm the last thing on your mind
First you love me, then you don't
I'm up and down

Like a yo-yo, yo-yo
(Yo-yo)
I'm a yo-yo
(Yo-yo)
Like a yo-yo
(I'm a yo-yo)
(I'm a yo-yo)