מילים לשיר Eat Y'self Fitter – Fall

I'm in the furniture trade
Got a new job today
But stick the cretin
On the number Went down the town
To a HM club
The sign had a cross
Through a couple wellThey looked at my coat
They looked at my hair
An Easy Rider coot
Grabbed the edge of my coat
Said: 'You're too smart for here'
I said: 'I'll see the manager' He was the manager
Eat y'self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y'self fitter Analytics have got
My type worked out
Analytics on me
The poison render
I grope about
And when I go out
My mind splits
My eyes doth hurt
The musical chairs
Have been swallowed up
By a cuddly group
Who land and rub off
Hoping that
Whatever it is
Will land and drop off I met a hero of mine
I shook his hand
Got trapped in the door
Felt a fool, I tell ya Charmed to meet ya
Eat y'self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y'self fitter Became a recluse
And bought a computer
Set it up in the home
Elusive big one
On the screen
Saw the Holy Ghost, I swear
On the screen Where's the cursor?
Where's the eraser?
Where's the cursor?
Where's the eraser?
GGGH What's a computer?
Eat y'self fitter
What's a computer?
Eat y'self fitter The Kevin Ayers scene
South of France
Plush velvet
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