Cleaning the gutters
Muttering, stuttering
Buttering a piece of toast

Selling steam cleaners
To the humped back leaders
Of the people's liberation joke

Oh!
Woah!

What did you expect?
I'm sitting in a magpie's nest
Ironing my Daddy's vest
Talking about George Best
And isn't it beautiful to have fallen in love
With a bird that collects little shiny things in it's beak?

Trimming the hedges
Plump from the wedges
And one too many chicken shish
A shoal of fish
Bang a grumpy fist
And grimace at the new regime

Oh!
Woah!

So whatever's next -
I'm sitting in a magpie's nest
Ironing my Daddy's dress
With plans to sashay west towards the sagebrush
My throat's cut
My heart is spilling out
In trendy Indian tunics
And ways don't exactly fit your narrow view of music