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It’s good sometimes to be odd They may call me funny old sod When they hide up the ladder For fear I’ll go madder When I walk down the road with my hood. I’ve always had an inkling That there was something wrong. I squeeze the toothpaste back in the tube. It’s a funny old world that we live in Life is like a box of chocolates. And I Always get stuck With the bloody nuts. How do you get bloody nuts? Trap them in a mangle of course. I’m the one who walks on the wall And gets trapped in the privet hedge I’m the one who takes her clothes off And runs down the street shouting NEEE I like three E’s upon my knee I balance them there with extreme glee If they should fall upon the ground They are picked up by my faithful hound SPOT. Depression is a wonderful thing It balances you upon a string. You hang on there By a wing and a prayer. And it bloody well hurts When you fall.
(Lesley and Alastair)
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