W.F.L.
Happy Mondays Lyrics


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I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
You give me poison

I hold the line
You form the queue
Try anything hard
Is there anything else you can do?

Well, not much, I've not been trained
I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over
I don't read, I just guess
There's more than one sign
But it's getting less

And you were wet
But you're getting dryer
You use to speak the truth
But now you're liar
You use to speak the truth
But now you're clever

And I wrote for luck
And they sent me you
And I sent for juice
You give me poison

I hold the line
You form the queue
Try anything hard
Is there anything else you can do?

And you were wet
But you're getting dryer
You use to speak the truth
But now you're clever
You use to speak the truth
But now you're clever

And when it's hot
You start to melt
'Coz you're not made of jean
You're made of chocolate

And when it's cold
You tend to crack




You keep on piling out
Not puttin' back

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Happy Mondays' W.F.L. (Wrote for Luck) are a somewhat ambiguous reflection on the ups and downs of relationships and the unpredictability of life itself. The song begins with the singer proclaiming that he wrote for luck and was sent someone (presumably a lover) in response. However, what he received in return was far from what he expected. Instead of love, he was given poison. The second verse is a bit more cryptic. The singer explains that he holds the line while someone else forms a queue, which could represent a power dynamic where he is subservient to someone else. He then asks, "Is there anything else you can do?" which implies that he's uncertain about his own abilities and doesn't think they're being put to good use.


The chorus becomes a bit more straightforward, with the singer reiterating that he wrote for luck, was given someone who wasn't what he expected, and then received poison in return. The second verse repeats, and the singer insists that the other person used to speak the truth but is now clever (which could be a euphemism for deceptive or manipulative behavior). Then the song takes an unexpected turn, with the lyric "And when it's hot, you start to melt 'cause you're not made of jean, you're made of chocolate." It's unclear what this metaphor represents, but it seems to imply that the other person is susceptible to pressure and can't handle intense situations. The song closes with the assertion that the other person tends to "keep on piling out" and not "putting back," suggesting that they're not contributing much to the relationship or perhaps even society as a whole.



Line by Line Meaning

I wrote for luck
I tried my luck by sending out a request


They sent me you
They responded to my request by sending you


I sent for juice
I asked for something refreshing


You give me poison
But you gave me something harmful instead


I hold the line
I am patient, waiting for something


You form the queue
But you are impatient and try to push ahead


Try anything hard
You attempt everything with difficulty


Is there anything else you can do?
Is there no other way you can succeed?


Well, not much, I've not been trained
I don't have the skills to do much


I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over
But I can do some basic actions


I don't read, I just guess
I don't have enough information, so I make assumptions


There's more than one sign
There are multiple ways to interpret the situation


But it's getting less
But my options are becoming fewer


And you were wet
You were once vulnerable


But you're getting dryer
But you are becoming more callous


You use to speak the truth
You were once honest


But now you're a liar
But now you are dishonest


You use to speak the truth
You were once honest


But now you're clever
But now you are cunning


And when it's hot
When things get difficult


You start to melt
You begin to crumble under pressure


'Coz you're not made of jean
Because you're not strong enough to handle it


You're made of chocolate
You may have a sweet exterior, but you aren't tough


And when it's cold
When things get tougher


You tend to crack
You become more brittle and breakable


You keep on piling out
You continue to take from others


Not puttin' back
But you don't give anything in return




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: GARY KENNETH WHELAN, MARK PHILIP DAY, PAUL ANTHONY RYDER, PAUL RICHARD DAVIS, SHAUN RYDER

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wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
You give me poison
I hold the line
You form the queue
Try anything hard
Is there anything else you can do?
Well, not much, I've not been trained
I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over
I don't read, I just guess
There's more than one sign
But it's getting less
And you were wet
But you're getting dryer
You use to speak the truth
But now you're liar
You use to speak the truth
But now you're clever
And I wrote for luck
And they sent me you
And I sent for juice
You give me poison
I hold the line
You form the queue
Try anything hard
Is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet
But you're getting dryer
You use to speak the truth
But now you're clever
You use to speak the truth
But now you're clever
And when it's hot
You start to melt
'Coz you're not made of jean
You're made of chocolate
And when it's cold
You tend to crack
You keep on piling out
Not puttin' back
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@chipsnpeasifuplz

I wrote for luck, they sent me you
I sent for juice, you give me poison
I order a line, you form a queue
You're trying so hard is there anything else you can do?
Well, not much - I've not been trained
I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over
I don't read, I just guess
There's more than one sign, but it's getting less
And you were wet, but you're getting dryer
You use to speak the truth, but now you're liar
You use to speak the truth, but now you're clever

And I wrote for luck and they sent me you
And I sent for juice, you give me poison
I order a line, you form a queue
Try anything hard, is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet, but you're getting dryer
You use to speak the truth, but now you're clever
You use to speak the truth, but now you're clever
And when it's hot, you start to melt
'Cause you're not made a king, you're made of chocolate
And when it's cold, you tend to crack
And keep on piling out, not pulling back



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