Bad Wine and Lemon Cake

I have a little house Close to town, but not to the city Far from home, but near my family No water views, but so close to the sea I see, this is how my little life could be And I'm filling it with things Like furniture I find on the street And all of the special things I'd like to eat Pictures of people that I'd like to meet I'll meet them when I'm orbiting the world And it's so pretty and so lonely My lovely love affairs Are all scheduled 'round the TV guide And my sex life has all been plagiarised In an attempt to meet a harsh deadline I'd like to rent a wife Then rent a husband to keep her for life The three of us, we could be so happy Them with each other, me with company I'll see them off on a flight around the world And it's so pretty and so lonely I could just die I might just die And I could just die I might just die And at my funeral They will say "Tom, he was such a nice guy He went too early, but he went in style" They'll play my music and then they will cry They'll have a little wake They'll drink bad wine and they'll eat lemon cake And my mother's little heart will break And she'll say, "Wait, there must be some mistake He can't be dead, take me instead!" Oh, but I'm not dead They tell me I'm not dead And they say that I'm not dead And that I won't die for some time I'm in my little house Just writing little songs to pass the time Which, incidentally, is precisely nine So don't you worry, I'm completely fine I'm fine Don't you worry, I'm completely fine I'm fine Don't you worry, I'm completely fine I'm fine Don't you worry, I'm completely fine I'm fine I am just so fucking fine