An old one for today’s post
Me mind is racin’ two times a dozen
Thats what the doctors’ll say
Nah they wear flashy suits
Tie an all
What business they got wearing them?
They aint bloomin business men!
Lock me up and throw away the key!
Thats what they’d go and bloomin’ do!
Me? on a psych ward? Kiddin’ me aren’t ya?
t’ fookin sane for this lot
Got a few screws missin’
But they’ve only fallen behin’ bloody bed
I tell ya, my room is a right bloomin’ mess!
Eee! If me mother were to see it
She’d ‘ave a fit
Always got somethin’ to complain about
Oh my, she don’t beat around the bush
No, comes right out with it!
“Ya flats a tip! Looks like a bomb site” She’ll say
Well i don’t mind
As long as i can find me screws
Before the bloody doctors
Notice i got ’em loose