Waiting for the gas man, he's probably walking as he doesn't seem to have a gas van, but that's just a guess.

Meters and metres and metric electrics everything's charged by the foot, I'd give 'em all a boot right up the jacksie for charging me over the odds.

Cooking bacon over a candle light and to be fair the bacon is crisp but it doesn't taste right, a bit waxy if you ask me.

It's Friday and I no longer care and again to be fair I don't really care when it's Monday.

There's plenty of room and more on top,
the bus stop stops the bus and we get on.

Let us all have a sing-song said the conductor.

yeah yeah
the wheels on the..
..what a fuss
just to ride on a London bus
where every fare is the stage that we bear.

The driver on the 243
looks a proper misery,
I believe that
the 141 is the best one to be on
but
whatever floats your boat.

Superstars
we should all have cars
bright and big and shiny
when everything else is tiny
one has to compensate.

Friday yay and yay once more
in Regents Park the lions roar
I close the bedroom door and
am as quiet as a mouse.

The thing is
there's always another thing that springs to mind and I don't mind how many springs have sprung there's always that one thing which brings me back to the thing is and it has always been.

Excuses
nearly seven and I'm still sat
had coffee and some of that
cereal
which I'm assured will make me
more regular,

the thing is
I should be out there
should have shifted my **** off the chair, should have put on my coat and gone somewhere
and that's the thing isn't it?

I am dilly-dallying
when I should be
filling the blanks in
but somewhere in
this aimless wandering
the answers will be found.

I do not want it to be
that when I am breathing my last
that the answers I have sought
come thick and fast
what use is that to me?

She says,
time to get up.

There is little rest for the wicked.

I'm looking for a starter motor
the one I have has breathed its last
I just need one to get me moving
it doesn't have to go too fast,

I sometimes wake up sluggishly
or snail like and it worries me
because I could be a livewire
instead I'm teetering on a high wire
and that is why I need to buy a
brand new starter motor.

You cannot light a fire with a skinflint
hints at sadness but tries again.

What pain we endure until we find
that love is the cure and alcohol was
just a panacea.

I have lots to turn my hand to
but it seems like getting through
each day is hard enough,

I'd get the butler to do it
but he already did it
or was that in a film that I saw?

Wednesday and tomorrow looks likely.

That place in the country is where you think you should be,
rehab' in a rural setting
yes
let your insides scream out
as you let your soul back in.

There's another way
lock yourself away
and
don't see the light of day
until you're okay,
there are still the screams
still the soul
but it's you and only you
digging yourself out of that hole
and
it comes highly recommended
by those half demented.

However it's done
the fun only comes
when it's done.

do it.