Soon I'm A Spinster

SOON I'M A SPINSTER

 

i like to pretend im sincere,

whenever someone lends an ear…

but first, a reality check.

im in fact, an emotional wreck.

 

i've crawled into cupboards, i've locked toilet doors

whatevers occurring, well i'm not even sure

well call me a fruitcake, call me a nut

and call me a mental complete utter….

though there are bad times - theres always the good

people don't react often the way that they should

they'll carry round trolleys, they'll put cats in bins

wear pink satin tights, rolled up on the shins

 

im one of these people, i hope you're aware

i'll start wearing purple, without thought or care.

 

ten dozen cats, in the future for me

just take a look, its easy to see

i'll shout on street corners

i'll wear a rain mack.

flashing the youngsters, i'll be happy with that

 

i'll start wearing purple

i'll start wearing wigs

keep mice in my hair, and very nice twigs

 

roll up my trousers, forget to wear shoes

when they shout that i'm crazy, i'll know what to do

 

i'll curse and i'll swear, i'll hit them with sticks

i'm old and i'm mental, i don't give a....

 

so gather round people, and kiss this goodbye

i'll soon be a spinster….. the future… is nigh!

 

i'm prone to a freak out,

i'm prone to a panic

mental stability, i've never quite had it

 

i've had breakdowns and meltdowns, in the strangest of places

just slap on some makeup, i'm a man of few faces

so grab a bottle and pull up a chair

lets drink to the times, we've pulled out all our hair!

 

at times it is sad, at times it's too much….          

but when i'm old and i'm crazy i won't give a...

 

so raise up a glass, and raise up a keg.

cause soon i'm a spinster that's wrong in the head.