Oh Annabelle, I
Just don't know what to do
You're rolling terror
You're shared un-orphaned blues

No cast are better
No shadow cull no river
For filth that health ya
You're sick as dogs
But maybe you're just jealous of her ..

Oh carry on
Through all you weather
Carry on
Your suffering is through
Carry on
His lordship should know better

Oh in my story
No tambourine ta-ta
I see no quotient for the maniac that you are
Now, one cunt Tory
A fistful of blatant lies
The flowering glory
Shovelled up
But maybe you're jealous of her ..

Oh
Carry on
Through all you weather
Carry on
Your suffering is through
Carry on
His lordship should know better

(Who knew how?)

Oh
Carry on
Through all you weather
Carry on
Your suffering is through
Carry on
His lordship should know better
Carry on
Carry on
And bloom

Oh Annabelle, I
Just don't know what to do