[Verse 1]
The lanes were silent
There was nothing, no one, nothing around for miles
I doused our friendly venture
With a hard-faced three-word gesture

[Chorus]
I started something
I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

[Verse 2]
I grabbed you by the guilded beams
Oh, that's what tradition means
And I doused another venture
With a gesture that was absolutely vile

[Chorus]
I started something
I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure
[Verse 3]
I grabbed you by the guilded beams
Oh, that's what tradition means
And now eighteen months' hard labour seems
Fair enough

[Chorus]
I started something
And I forced you to a zone
And you were clearly never meant to go
Hair brushed and parted
Typical me, typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

[Chorus]
I started something
I started something
Typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me, typical me, Typical me, typical me
I started something and now I'm not too sure

[Outro]
Okay Stephen. Do that again