(difford/tilbrook) | |
I know that i'm bonkers | |
Stupidity conquers | |
Forgive me i know not what i do | |
The cunning behaviour | |
Takes up every acre | |
Of emotional cage in the zoo | |
You know how it goes | |
The volcano blows | |
Eruptions hold the duvet down | |
The words on the lips | |
The sticking out ribs | |
As i try to push my weight around | |
I'm sorry please witness | |
This act of forgiveness | |
It's all i can do for her to see | |
That i was the sad case | |
A mouse in the rat race | |
Won't somebody pass me the cheese | |
The size of her breasts | |
Like woodpeckers nests | |
Would comfort me on winter nights | |
The brains in my pants | |
Create milli amps | |
Of pleasure with seconds of delight | |
I'm bonkers believe me | |
A federico fellini | |
I'm swinging on the windmills of my mind | |
Where i have been ground down | |
I'm still walking down town | |
I'm leaving all this madness behind | |
Laid back on the couch | |
With me the old slouch | |
For an oscar on the silent screen | |
There's no time to waste | |
As i fill my fat face | |
With a pizza slice and custard cream | |
I'm sorry i hurt you | |
I'm bonkers believe me |
difford tilbrook | |
I know that i' m bonkers | |
Stupidity conquers | |
Forgive me i know not what i do | |
The cunning behaviour | |
Takes up every acre | |
Of emotional cage in the zoo | |
You know how it goes | |
The volcano blows | |
Eruptions hold the duvet down | |
The words on the lips | |
The sticking out ribs | |
As i try to push my weight around | |
I' m sorry please witness | |
This act of forgiveness | |
It' s all i can do for her to see | |
That i was the sad case | |
A mouse in the rat race | |
Won' t somebody pass me the cheese | |
The size of her breasts | |
Like woodpeckers nests | |
Would comfort me on winter nights | |
The brains in my pants | |
Create milli amps | |
Of pleasure with seconds of delight | |
I' m bonkers believe me | |
A federico fellini | |
I' m swinging on the windmills of my mind | |
Where i have been ground down | |
I' m still walking down town | |
I' m leaving all this madness behind | |
Laid back on the couch | |
With me the old slouch | |
For an oscar on the silent screen | |
There' s no time to waste | |
As i fill my fat face | |
With a pizza slice and custard cream | |
I' m sorry i hurt you | |
I' m bonkers believe me |
difford tilbrook | |
I know that i' m bonkers | |
Stupidity conquers | |
Forgive me i know not what i do | |
The cunning behaviour | |
Takes up every acre | |
Of emotional cage in the zoo | |
You know how it goes | |
The volcano blows | |
Eruptions hold the duvet down | |
The words on the lips | |
The sticking out ribs | |
As i try to push my weight around | |
I' m sorry please witness | |
This act of forgiveness | |
It' s all i can do for her to see | |
That i was the sad case | |
A mouse in the rat race | |
Won' t somebody pass me the cheese | |
The size of her breasts | |
Like woodpeckers nests | |
Would comfort me on winter nights | |
The brains in my pants | |
Create milli amps | |
Of pleasure with seconds of delight | |
I' m bonkers believe me | |
A federico fellini | |
I' m swinging on the windmills of my mind | |
Where i have been ground down | |
I' m still walking down town | |
I' m leaving all this madness behind | |
Laid back on the couch | |
With me the old slouch | |
For an oscar on the silent screen | |
There' s no time to waste | |
As i fill my fat face | |
With a pizza slice and custard cream | |
I' m sorry i hurt you | |
I' m bonkers believe me |