Stephen Fretwell - Bumper Cars lyrics

Beds and threads and two hats for our heads 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 Stood staring at the green observatory 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 on your own? Are you running down the Strand? 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?