In my kitchen there's a draw at the top

'Sgot cutlery: knives, forks, spoons the lot

Second draw down's got big knives and an egg whip

Things that should go in the first draw - but they just don't fit



But the third draw down

From the top

Is just full of shit



Aha... and there's tons of it...



Elastic bands and tally-hos that don't stick

Dried up glue, false teeth, something stolen from a hotel

Things that are broken that you know you'll never fix

But you put them in the third draw,

'cause you just don't got the heart to throw them away,



It's the third draw down

From the top

An' it's full of shit



Bum-bup-a-bum,

Bum-bup-a-bum-bum-bum,

Bum-bum,



Blu-tac and cellotape that's been hit by a truck

One chopstick, an ashtray from Canada

Paid bills and envelopes

Things that you think'll come in handy - but they just never do



It's the third draw down

From the top

An' it's full of shit



Bup-a-bum-bum-bum,

In the third draw,

It's full of shit...



And the fourth draw down

(that's the one below the third)

It's got plastic bags in it