Goldfish and Paracetamol

A dead loss, no songs no fun, just glum

Lying next to someone so don't mention the War

Don't question where we stand nor where we fall

North, South, East where's best?

If I head left

It turns out directionless

So, needle point aside I always find

Embroidery leaves me blind 'cos I'm too weary to rest

Since I noticed coming second best is close to ideal

What fools boredom breeds so much to do

So many goldfish to feed and paracetamol

I'll take them all they line my stomach wall

'Cos I'm too weary to rest since I noticed

Coming second best is close to ideal (la la la....)

With customary thirst I search a water glass

But gin hits first oh don't believe the hype

Expectancy will always spoil a party it's torniquet (by crochet)

My waters break don't drive for pity's sake

'Cos I'm too weary to rest since I noticed

Coming second best Is close to ideal (la la la....)