I'm fit and working again

Look down the road

In the sun

I [make a pact with forty strong gang]

I'm fit and working again

I've seen fit

We've seen the tail end

I'm fit and working again

I used to hang like chandeliers

My lungs are crusted in blood

But the facts is now cut clear

I'm fit and working, dear

still continue to write this song

I'm fit and working again

I used to think this spot was the domain

Opinion is at most

Stimulus reason

If you've got the most

With true, precise

Analysis is academic

Some thoughts can get nauseous.

Set opposite a freak on a train

Warts on his head and chin

Boy, was I getting so vain

I saw the recession around Victoria Station

I'm fit and working again

Gimme the sun.

I'm fit and working again

And I feel like Alan Minter*

I just ate eight sheets of blotting paper

And I tripped out on the Alka Seltzer

Cause I'm fit and working again...

Don't you know that was the tail end.

[ Alan Minter is a British boxing champion. ed.]