Lyrics Ain't No Gettin' Round Gettin' Round - Julian Cope

Yes, today I just feel so confused
Oh, so battered and so psychically bruised
Like a pig drawing a cartload of sausages
I′m drawing my own conclusion

I need a car that can get me around
Far from the city-dwellers AM sounds
Oh, I need a soul committed to somebody
But the travel-bug has got me
And the buggers all have taught me

There ain't no gettin′ 'round, gettin' ′round
There ain′t no gettin' ′round', gettin′ 'round
I′m screaming
There ain't no gettin' ′round, gettin′ 'round
Ooh, sh-

Go back to where we started

Phone for you
Mother, can′t you see I'm in the bath?
They see that we′re at war again and disappearing fast
And I need to get to London and I need to get there fast
But my car is a polluter and it's messing up my future

There ain′t no gettin' 'round, gettin′ ′round
There ain't no gettin′ 'round, gettin′ 'round
There ain′t no gettin' 'round, gettin′ ′round

There ain't go gettin′ 'round, gettin′ 'round
There ain′t go gettin' 'round, gettin′ ′round
There ain't go gettin′ 'round, gettin′ 'round
There ain′t go gettin' 'round, gettin′ ′round

There ain't go gettin′ 'round, gettin′ 'round
There ain′t go gettin' 'round, gettin′ ′round
There ain't go gettin′ 'round, gettin′ 'round
There ain′t go gettin' 'round, gettin′ ′round