I'd 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 That's just my luck, I couldn't eat My guts were full of churning fear With so much bull I had to clear When she said stuff yourself, don't be a clown Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town What's this long face that keeps on Hanging around
She wouldn't say, I couldn't tell Was this the day I'd go to hell I sulked around in such a mood Until I found the one I'd screwed And then it came as clear as mud I was the pain that boiled the blood And saw the faults where there were none Deep in the vaults where love begun
When she said stuff yourself, don't be a clown Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town What's 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 What's this long face that keeps on Hanging around
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