Lyrics Little Wooden Self - Dave Taylor

Well, I woke up this morning,been drunk the night before
There was a pain inside my head
I was feeling bubonic, and totally chronic,as I crawled out of the bed
To where that fat old sun, beating like a drum went hammering
Through my head

Now, I'm more than a spotty tapeworm life and soul of the friendly bank
Who took just two fools and a submission to make him walk the plank
And tossed down to where the vampire sharks will drink his blood bone dry

And I don't know what I'm going to do
But I wouldn't change my little wooden self for you

My TV screen explodes into starts for the posing, prancing King
With the canned applause and a thousand encores
To commit the unforgiveable sin
And then we woke up just in time to soak up the great wet American dream

I got cornered in the bar, old cheque card Charlie had no pity on my ears
Your professional fights and your tom cat nights are boring me to tears
Like the day you got yourself a ringside seat for the night they invented champagne

And I don't know what I'm going to do
But I wouldn't change my little wooden self for you

You know you'll come to no harm on your daddy's farm as he meets you at the station
With your fiance and your dapple grey you're all ready to sweep the nation
But what makes matters worse is you think you're so down to earth

Just like dynamite Lil, she's found a new pill and she's a heroine, she's coping
By using her pram as a battering ram on doors she needs to open
Waiting for a disco lover boy to wash away all of her stains

But I don't know what I'm going to do
But I wouldn't change my little wooden self for you

Lady Love, she died last night, the people mourn and weep
She took an underdose of civilisation and slowly went to sleep
And now our God is dead, we lean on a lawyer instead

Now me and my love we've got no time for living in parallel lines
Queuing for the corn flake countryside and the tall Toyota pines
We'll just sit and watch that tangerine sun go sinking down the sky
And wondering why

And I don't know what I'm going to do
But I wouldn't change my little wooden self for you

Hoo cooka choo