I'm starting to get the jokes of old
Of the mother-in-law as its all starting to unfold
To be ignored by every word you speak
Living with a curtain twitcher up and down her nosey street
Ideas that you want to share and be heard
But ignored daily like that last forgotten ****
Knock-knock on your PVC front door
Two Jehova's witness now welcome to my floor
I'll listen and chat to any old made-up spiel
Just nice to have a talk and chat, without a handshake deal
But to be passed by and blatently ignored
Is not what I signed up for on that registry floor
Life is to short to be passed by in the street
As I'll walk to a different drum,
my sound,
my soul,
my beat

JJB