[Verse 1] Shiny words on a page Hop to me later in a burlap sack Make way for beautiful displays Silver-tongued hypochondriac [Chorus] Every time I reconsider No Cut-N-Dry all Vim and Vigour [Verse 2] Patience thickens to a paste To be applied on the next cold day Are you really trying to escape Silver-tongued hypochondriac [Chorus] Every time I reconsider No Cut-N-Dry all Vim and Vigour