Tune: Monday Madness
(whatever that is?!)
I dunno, make up your own tune
Now look, can you help?
I mean, this could be dangerous....
Thinking, I mean!
How many thoughts can one think each day?
And what can be done
Cos I always get a headache
After about two or three deep thoughts
It\'s been going on for millions of years, ya know
Cos that\'s my age!
What are you wittering on about Orchi?
Why this soliloquy, this talking to yourself?
Did yourself reply
And give yourself a sensible answer?
No chance!
What\'s to be done
Take a pill and have a lie down
For about three hours
Careful which pill you take though!
Have a pork pie or two as well
And pour yourself a sherry
And enjoy your KP marriage still
What? Enjoy? It\'s all botox to me
I can\'t escape
She\'s tied this ball and chain to me leg
And thrown away the key!
There\'s a progress update for ya
Ohh, I blames you lot
With complex poems, and iambic-wotsits, and wot-nots
Don\'t expect old Orchi to know what they are!
He\'s so un-cultured
He\'s too busy singing
And mucking about with metres
He loses sleep over them ya know
If they don\'t fit exactly!!
I\'m thinking again, though it\'s not good for me
Should I divorce
And marry Shirley in Eastenders?
She\'s Worzel Gummidge\'s sister, I reckon!
Hee Hee