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Gubba Look-a-Likes

	They come from underneath the stairs
	Into my room but no-one cares
	They’re on the bus and on the train
	They’re knocking on my window pane
	Oh Mother telephone the nurse
	Can’t you see it’s getting worse
	I close my eyes yet still it seems
	Everybody in my dreams
	Gubba look-a-likes
	Gubba look-a-likes
	I wake up screaming in the hall
	I didn’t mean to wake at all
	I run and lock the bathroom door
	Turn on the taps and out they pour
	Through all the villages and towns
	A thousand sandy-coloured clowns
	I try and escape down private drives
	And then I reach the Readers’ Wives
	Gubba look-a-likes
	Gubba look-a-likes
	In order to fling off this curse, I spend all day drinking in diverse taverns, with smarmy acrobats and balding senators. But after a while they too adopt the likeness, and begin to breed like town pigs. As a drunken lump I fall into a state of blissful unconsciousness, but the moment is fleeting, and I awake once more in despair – and in my final agonies believe myself lost.
	Gubba look-a-likes…
	In every film and every play
	On every public right of way
	On every flag I see unfurled
	On all the grounds in all the world
	The one armed bandits in the bar
	In the back of every car
	And even on my dying day
	They’ll refuse to go away
	When I walk towards the light
	Something somewhere won’t be right
	And what was once my Uncle Keith
	Says there’ll never be relief
	And we’ll go on and on and on and on and on
	Gubba look-a-likes…

	They come from underneath the stairs
	Into my room but noone cares
	They' re on the bus and on the train
	They' re knocking on my window pane
	Oh Mother telephone the nurse
	Can' t you see it' s getting worse
	I close my eyes yet still it seems
	Everybody in my dreams
	Gubba lookalikes
	Gubba lookalikes
	I wake up screaming in the hall
	I didn' t mean to wake at all
	I run and lock the bathroom door
	Turn on the taps and out they pour
	Through all the villages and towns
	A thousand sandycoloured clowns
	I try and escape down private drives
	And then I reach the Readers' Wives
	Gubba lookalikes
	Gubba lookalikes
	In order to fling off this curse, I spend all day drinking in diverse taverns, with smarmy acrobats and balding senators. But after a while they too adopt the likeness, and begin to breed like town pigs. As a drunken lump I fall into a state of blissful unconsciousness, but the moment is fleeting, and I awake once more in despair and in my final agonies believe myself lost.
	Gubba lookalikes
	In every film and every play
	On every public right of way
	On every flag I see unfurled
	On all the grounds in all the world
	The one armed bandits in the bar
	In the back of every car
	And even on my dying day
	They' ll refuse to go away
	When I walk towards the light
	Something somewhere won' t be right
	And what was once my Uncle Keith
	Says there' ll never be relief
	And we' ll go on and on and on and on and on
	Gubba lookalikes