Soon I'm A Spinster
SOON I'M A SPINSTER
i like to pretend im sincere,
whenever someone lends an ear…
but first, a reality check.
im in fact, an emotional wreck.
i've crawled into cupboards, i've locked toilet doors
whatevers occurring, well i'm not even sure
well call me a fruitcake, call me a nut
and call me a mental complete utter….
though there are bad times - theres always the good
people don't react often the way that they should
they'll carry round trolleys, they'll put cats in bins
wear pink satin tights, rolled up on the shins
im one of these people, i hope you're aware
i'll start wearing purple, without thought or care.
ten dozen cats, in the future for me
just take a look, its easy to see
i'll shout on street corners
i'll wear a rain mack.
flashing the youngsters, i'll be happy with that
i'll start wearing purple
i'll start wearing wigs
keep mice in my hair, and very nice twigs
roll up my trousers, forget to wear shoes
when they shout that i'm crazy, i'll know what to do
i'll curse and i'll swear, i'll hit them with sticks
i'm old and i'm mental, i don't give a....
so gather round people, and kiss this goodbye
i'll soon be a spinster….. the future… is nigh!
i'm prone to a freak out,
i'm prone to a panic
mental stability, i've never quite had it
i've had breakdowns and meltdowns, in the strangest of places
just slap on some makeup, i'm a man of few faces
so grab a bottle and pull up a chair
lets drink to the times, we've pulled out all our hair!
at times it is sad, at times it's too much….
but when i'm old and i'm crazy i won't give a...
so raise up a glass, and raise up a keg.
cause soon i'm a spinster that's wrong in the head.