Im in the furniture trade

Got a new job today

But stick the cretin

On the number-three lathe







Went down the town

To a hm club

The sign had a cross

Through a couple well-dressed

They looked at my coat

They looked at my hair

An easy rider coot

Grabbed the edge of my coat

Said: youre too smart for here

I said: ill see the manager







He was the manager

Eat yself fitter

Up the stairs mister

Eat yself fitter







Analytics have got

My type worked out

Analytics on me

The poison render

I grope about

And when I go out

My mind splits

My eyes doth hurt

The musical chairs

Have been swallowed up

By a cuddly group

Who land and rub off

Hoping that

Whatever it is

Will land and drop off







I met a hero of mine

I shook his hand

Got trapped in the door

Felt a fool, I tell ya







Charmed to meet ya

Eat yself fitter

Up the stairs mister

Eat yself fitter







Became a recluse

And bought a computer

Set it up in the home

Elusive big one

On the screen

Saw the holy ghost, I swear

On the screen







Wheres the cursor?

Wheres the eraser?

Wheres the cursor?

Wheres the eraser?

G-o-h-o-h-o-9-o

G-o-h-o-h-o-9-o

G-o-h-o-h-o-9-o

H-o-9-o-g-o-h-o







Whats a computer?

Eat yself fitter

Whats a computer?

Eat yself fitter







The kevin ayers scene

South of france

Plush velvet

Aback! aback!

Aback! aback!

Levis fridays

Greek holidays

Barratt heritance x 3







Mit-dem! x3

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