Sunday: spring has got me so excited
By Tuesday I'm in love, I love that summer buzz
By Thursday all the hands have died
And torn the June leaves from the sky
I just know where this week is heading
Whitechristma**acres I'm dreading
Wash away the week end
What if I could quit all this?
The celebratory drinks
The obligatory wishing wells
I've got a pretty bow to hang myself
It makes me sick I've got the chills
The parents should behave themselves
I know something you don't know so there
It's teeth are sharp like the dinosaur
His balls are so much bigger than yours
Birthday beat myself to d**h
These bones of mine they need some rest
This here that sleeps is true
See you at the weekend