They tied a Union Jack
To the back
Of my chair
And the clothes I wear
And my hair
Are down to them
So I look like Velma
(From Scooby Doo)
But what can you do?
Just because my mouth won't say the words
Doesn't mean I don't still have the feelings
Just because I'm staring into space
Just because I'm staring at the ceiling
Oh I'm not some plastic kid with a collection box
That you can pat on the head
Mustard pickle on my cheese
Oh these
Are the things that drive you mad
And what do you care
Tony Blair?
(Or whatever your name is)
You might look like Shaggy
(From Scooby Doo)
But I could quite fancy you
Just because my mouth won't say the words
Doesn't mean I don't still have the feelings
Just because I'm staring into space
Just because I'm staring at the ceiling
Oh I'm not some plastic kid with a collection box
That you can pat on the head... I wish I was dead
But I've got to carry on
Just because my mouth won't say the words
Doesn't mean I don't still have the feelings
Just because I'm staring into space
Just because I'm staring at the ceiling
Oh I'm not some plastic kid with a collection box
Oh no
But I've got to carry on
Just because my mouth won't say the words