There's gonna be some trouble A whole house will need re-building And everyone I love in the house Will recline on an an*lyst's couch quite soon Your father cracks a joke And in the usual way Empties the room Tell all of my friends I don't have too many Just some rain-coated lovers' puny brothers Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt Rush to danger Wind up nowhere Patric Doonan, raised to wait I'm tired again, I've tried again, and [Chorus] Now my heart is full Now my heart is full And I just can't explain So I won't even try to Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt Every jammy Stressford poet Loafing oafs in all-night chemists Loafing oafs in all-night chemists Underact, express depression Ah, but Bunnie I loved you I was tired again, I've tried again, and [Chorus] Now my heart is full Now my heart is full And I just can't explain So I won't even try to Could you pa** by? Could you pa** by? Could you pa** by? Could you pa** by? Could you pa** by? Oh [Chorus] Now my heart is full Now my heart is full And I just can't explain So, so So, so, so, so, so