Song | The Hairy Years |
Artist | The Trash Can Sinatras |
Album | I've Seen Everything |
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I lingered within earshot of the seaside souvenier shopfront | |
(Itchy fingers sweating on a snoscene, little puppy eyes dart) | |
A tiny world is ending, detective is descending | |
(All the savings gone on bloody day one, little butterflies start) | |
Here began my hairy years | |
Set me down on a country lane myself | |
Drinking myself lame | |
Call, collect and gather me, take me intravenously | |
Or I'll just prowl the hills | |
It's hares and hunts, you scour the country | |
We are not Jack and Jill | |
Why do you tumble after me? |