I've been driving in my car
It's not quite a Jaguar
I bought it in Primrose Hill
From a bloke from Brazil
It was made in fifty-nine
In a factory by the Tyne
It says 'Morris' on the door
The GPO owned it before
I drive in it for my job
The governor calls me a slob
But I don't really care
Give me some gas and the open air
It's a bit old but it's mine
I mend it in my spare time
Just last week I changed the oil
The rocker valves and the coil
Just last week I changed the oil
Last week it went 'round the clock
I also had a little knock
I dented somebody's fender
He learnt not to park on a bender
Ha ha ha
I've been driving in my car
It don't look much but I've been far
I drive up to Muswell Hill
I've even been to Selsey Bill
I drove along the A45
I had her up to fifty-eight
This copper stopped me the other day
You're mistaken what could I say?
The tyres were a little worn
They were OK I could have sworn
I like driving in my car
I'm satisfied I've got this far
I like driving in my car
It don't look much but I've been far
I like driving in my car
Even with a flat tyre
I like driving in my car
It's not quite a Jaguar
I like driving in my car
I'm satisfied I've got this far
Naughty boys in nasty schools
Headmasters breaking all the rules
Having fun and playing fools
Smashing up the woodwork toolsAll the teachers in the pub
Passing 'round the ready rub
Trying not to think of when
The lunch time bell will ring againOh, what fun we had
But did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend not break the rulesOh, what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make a difference to the days
Headmaster's had enough today
All the kids have gone away
Gone to fight with next door's school
Every term, that is the ruleSits alone and bends his cane
Same old backsides again
All the small ones tell tall tales
Walking home and squashing snailsOh, what fun we had
But did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend not break the rulesOh, what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make a difference to the days
Lots of girls and lots of boys
Lots of smells and lots of noise
Playing football in the park
Kicking push bikes after darkBaggy trousers, dirty shirt
Pulling hair and eating dirt
Teacher comes to break it up
Back of the edge with a plastic cupOh, what fun we had
But did it really turn out bad
All I learnt at school
Was how to bend not break the rules
Oh, what fun we had
But at the time it seemed so bad
Trying different ways
To make a difference to the days
Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
Baggy trousers, baggy trousers, baggy trousers
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lyrics:
I try to be an optimist
But my glass is always bone dry
So, I gotta fill it up or get high to get by
To just try to tiptoe the tightrope
This pessimism's a disease
With depression and apathy sets in
A complete lack of all motivation
To reach any goal dig deeper the hole
We've dug with distraction and give in to a vice
When it's hard to wake up
Hard to function
Hard to cope
Without a six pack a bag of weed
Or a bump of coke
We've lost autonomy
And depleted all our dopamine
Now the world does seem a dreary place
Devoid of any hope without a vice
We poison ourselves and don't think twice
About the consequence when the crutches feel so nice
When we put band aids on our bullet wounds we
Subtract good add vice
When we decide to stop
Can't go cold Turkey
Cause you're left with a brain all out of wack
Though it can be a quick hazy
Saunter down to rock bottom
It's a long road back
There ain't no seatbelts on this wagon
With every speed bump were launched back
To square one where we tell ourselves
That well do better tomorrow
We tell ourselves promise ourselves that we'll do better tomorrow
(I'm not sure that I'll be any better tomorrow)
We tell ourselves lie to ourselves that we'll do better tomorrow
(I'm not sure that I'll be any stronger tomorrow)
We tell ourselves promise ourselves that we'll do better tomorrow
(I'm not sure that I wanna wake up tomorrow)
Sooner those tomorrows cease to come
When you live anchored to a vice
We poison ourselves and don't think twice
About the consequence when the crutches feel so nice
When we put band aids on our bullet wounds we
Subtract good add vice
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We poison ourselves and don't think twice
About the consequence when the crutches feel so nice
When we put band aids on our bullet wounds we
Subtract good add vice