[Verse 1]
"I'm sick of this" he spat
As the spin cycle span
"I've been sitting here for years
Watching washing machines
Go round, round, round, round, round

I went to art school
But the teacher lost my work
And so I fix kitchen appliances
For pissed-up pissed off customers
Now, now, now, now, now

[Chorus]
I've got these stories and illustrations
It's like a calling for me to create them
I drop them off in coffee shops
And I don't care who reads them
That ain't why I put my pen to pad
I write 'em cos I need to

[Verse 2]
I ain't got much in the way of good company
Just strangers in kitchens offering me cups of tea
Imposing with conversation or trying to ignore me
Never in between
I'm ageing, my back aches, my knees hurt from kneeling
On lino for my entire working day
And when I get home I'll open the bottle
And scribble my thoughts 'til the day is forgotten
Now, now, now, now, now

[Chorus]
I've got these stories and illustrations
It's like a calling for me to create them
I drop them off in coffee shops
And I don't care who reads them
That ain't why I put my pen to pad
I write 'em cos I need to

[Bridge]
I'm tantamount to genius
The things I write are beautiful
Don't care if you don't read them
Cos I never wrote a word for you
I write them for me
And I like what I read
I'm kind of lonely

[Chorus]
I've got these stories and illustrations
It's like a calling for me to create them
I drop them off in coffee shops
And pray that someone reads them
Because if my art had impact
It would give my life some meaning