Half Man Half Biscuit - £24.99 From Argos lyrics

I do nothing at all and let my legs go fizzy I don't do any good turns, I might go dizzy I'm a jet-foil skipper with a nautical growl Reprimanding on-tour drum technicians We stand round in bus queues and die in midweek And even on clear days I can't see the point But I wake up in places where jugglers have mates And Sylvian and Fripp discuss whippets Pumped full of smack and with more to inject Come up and meet the new genius elect Who's slumped in the corner for maximum effect Girl, he should spend a week being a Nordic ski widow