Is not the kind of jazz I can commit to yet
Only let you down
Only mess you up
You should only play
with dodgem cars that you know you can cut up
Where they look up at the stars like you and me
Only lets them down
Only screws them up
You see they only play with bumper cars, they they know they can cut up
And selfish as it is, and though selfish never brings
I lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie face down in the quart of gin
Are you falling to bits? With a staple gun and a trowel?
Did it only let you down?
Did it only screw you up? Did they pull out each and every worm?
Did they try and trip you up?