I wrote for luck, they sent me you
I sent for juice, you give me poison
I hold the line, you form the queue
Try anything hard
Is there anything else you can do?
Well not much, I've not been trained
I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over
I don't read, I just guess
There's more than one sign
But they're getting less
And you were weet
But you're getting dryyeer
You use to speak the truth
But now you're a liar
You use to speak the truth
But now you're clever
Aaah!
I wrote for luck, they sent me you
And I sent for juice, you give me poison
I hold the line, you form the queue
Try anything hard
Is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet
But you're getting dryer
You use to speak the truth
But now you're clever
You use to speak the truth
But now you're clever
And when it's hot
You start to melt
Cos you're not made of king
You're made of chocolate
And when it's cold
You tend to crack
Keep on piling out
And not putting back
