Watch out world, I'm a man at ease Free to do whatever when I want Lonely heathland here I come d**hless useless bracken underfoot Happy days are here again It's just like I'm fourteen again And I can't cope but don't tell your mum Not while she's got Medicine Head on the phone I need pills to help me sleep And I need pills to wake me up as well Factory Prankster Of The Year Once upon a time and a half Time and a half Turned up (turned up) Clocked on (clocked on) Turned up, clocked on, laid off Turned up (turned up) Clocked on (clocked on) Turned up, clocked on, laid off There's people who can't spell ‘weird' right Driving round with thousands in the bank But I get by, got a lot on my mind I get by, got allotments on my mind The three men I admire most The Father, Son and Mickie Most Took the last train for the coast And rendezvoused with Peter Glaze To k** Don Maclean Turned up (turned up) Clocked on (clocked on) Turned up, clocked on, laid off Turned up (turned up) Clocked on (clocked on) Turned up, clocked on, laid off Sign on with no hope in your heart When you walk through a storm, you get wet