Stuck up a hornbeam, mind like a thickening fog
Stuck up a hornbeam, mind like a thickening fog
Gonna get discovered by a bloke out walking the dog
I’m so desolate, I’m so all alone
I feel arthritic in every single bone
I’ve got a mynah bird, it does nothing but moan
For you I’d lose my self-esteem
For you I’d lose my self-esteem
For Crewe I’d use Junction 16
Give me a spork
Eight words telling me it’s okay to wallow
Eight words giving me the green light to wallow
“Up next, brand new Live At The Apollo”
Psychoanalyst, psychiatrist, Zen therapist, chap out of Hammerfist
Recommended meditation to cure my woes
Beats sitting round doing nothing I suppose
I’ve never been any good at DIY
“Do it yourself” would always be my reply
Ah won’t you come back there’s just one last knot to tie
Stuck up a hornbeam, feeling blue
Stuck up here on account of you
I want to jump but it’s such a view