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Shivering in the Rain
Why am I shivering alone in the rain?
Is it because I locked myself out my flat yesterday?
Maybe if the cat had hands, he might open the door and let me in
But then I guess he'd punch me for not feeding him this morning
And that just wouldn't be fair
You've got hands! Open your own tin!
The badgers and the crocodiles come out in the rain
Their stupid beady eyes laughing at my flabby, naked form
Maybe I should murder a tramp and nick his coat so I don't freeze to death
Or maybe I should just call my wife and ask her to open the door
Or I could lumber around the town
Scaring horses and babies and little old ladies
Maybe I should just find a brick and hurl it through my window
But my flat's on the 58th floor and I don't think I can throw that far
Unless I got me some kind of laser-guided rocket launcher type thing
But you know how expensive they are - I may as well buy a new flat
Maybe if I concentrate hard enough, I can blow a hole in the door with my mind
But what if I miss and blow a hole underneath my feet
And go tumbling down like a snowflake to the Kingdom of the Frogs?
I don't wanna go there
No, no, Mrs Jones
I don't wanna die in the filthy land of the chuffing frogs
Aaah! Um! Kwok!
Aaah! Um! Kwok!
Words by Waen Shepherd 2005
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Released on "Beef Scarecrow" GLSCD004
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