(DiffordTilbrook)



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