Couped up, trapped inside these walls.
I sit here in the dark, I see something crawl!
When I turn on the tele I am utterly appalled.
Can\'t go near the window, feel I\'m gonna fall.
I go out into the street, when all is quite, no one to meet,
Just when I think I might be in luck,
I feel uneasy at the sight of a duck.
Lucky for others, as I can\'t take a shower,
So I sit here alone and count the hours,
And worry that maybe when I am gone,
Someone might forget, and send some flowers.
Psychologists and pills,
Still no life,
God help me!
I am in strife.