Death by Melody

Give me sleaze, Welsh cakes and cheese

Look so damn fine, tell me they're mine

And this thing doesn't rhyme

The rights are wrong, the left have gone right

Thought they might taste the Angel Delight

And swot him in sight

I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it

Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it

I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it

Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it

When I was aged under three

I went insane on the climbing frame

I totally lost it

Searching for the land of my dreams

Where Soviets rave and nuns misbehave

And nobody rules but

I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it

Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it

I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it

Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it

Do, do do, do, do, do do, do

Do, do do, do, do, do do, do

Do, do do, do, do, do do, do

Do, do do, do, do, do do do

Do, do do do, do, do do do, do

Do do do

La la la, la la la la la

Zippedy, do, zippedy, don't

Zippedy, I don't know

La la la, la la la la la

Zippedy, do, zippedy, don't

Zippedy, I don't know

I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it

Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it

I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it

Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it

I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it

Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it

I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it

Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it

Living, living, living, living, woo!