I lost the plot and roamed around
Looked in the shops and hit the town
My head was stuffed with words and aches
I felt so rough and out of shape The clouds puffed up like bags of sweets
Thats just my luck, I couldnt eat
My guts were full of churning fear
With so much bull I had to clear When she said stuff yourself, dont be a clown
Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
Whats this long face that keeps on
Hanging around She wouldnt say, I couldnt tell
This was the day Id go to hell
I sulked around in such a mood
Until I found the one Id screwed And then it came as clear as mud
I was the pain that boiled the blood
And saw the faults they were none
Deep in the vaults where love begun When she said stuff yourself, dont be a clown
Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
Whats this long face that keeps on
Hanging around And then she said get a grip and shake this mood
Get a life and find yourself some attitude
Whats this long face that keeps on
Hanging around When she said stuff yourself, dont be a clown
Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
Whats this long face that keeps on
Hanging around Then she said get a grip and shake this mood
Get a life and find yourself some attitude
Whats this long face that keeps on
Hanging around