Shyness is nice, and shyness can stop you, from catching new Coronavirus flu.
If there’s something you’d like to buy, if there’s something you’d like to buy, don’t ask me I can’t find it how could I.
Don’t ask me ask me ask me, don’t ask me ask me ask me, because if it’s not love then wiping your bum your bum your bum your bum your bum will help you keep it together.
Panic on the streets of London, panic on the streets of Birmingham, I wonder to myself.
Will life ever be sane again?
On the Leeds side streets that you slip down, I wonder to myself.
Hopes may rise on the grasmere, but honey pie you’re not safe here so you run down to the safety of the town.
But there’s panic on the streets of Carlisle, Dublin Dundee Humberside, I wonder to myself.
Burn down the Tesco, hang the blessed BJ, because the advice that they constantly say, it does nothing to me to save my life, hang the blessed BJ, becuase the advice that they constantly say.
On the Leeds side streets that you slip down, provincial towns that you jog round, hand the BJ hang the BJ hang the BJ.
I’m not advocating hanging BJ really btw.
Can you tell I like The Smiths? Come on then, lets have em?