I'm wearing no trousers,
and thinking about painting,
the shed or the fence.
But in my defence,
I got nothing much better
To do.
Pitchfork! A tree full of crows,
A cup of fucking tea won't get
Rid of my woes.
And I'm still wearing no trousers.
She'd kill me soon as look at me,
She'd kill me if I dressed like this
For dinner.
It was a car-crash in the bedroom,
A car came in through the window.
God, it makes no sense,
And it was just horrendous says the
Evening news, Twisted metal everywhere.
Middle age couple die in bed,
Police treat it as suspicious.
