I lingered within earshot of the seaside souvenier shopfront
(Itchy fingers sweating on a snoscene, little puppy eyes dart)
A tiny world is ending, detective is descending
(All the savings gone on bloody day one, little butterflies start)
Here began my hairy years
Set me down on a country lane myself
Drinking myself lame
Call, collect and gather me, take me intravenously
Or I`ll just prowl the hills
It`s hares and hunts, you scour the country
We are not Jack and Jill
Why do you tumble after me?
