Half Man Half Biscuit - £24.99 From Argos Lyrics
I do nothing at all and let my legs go fizzyI don’t do any good turns, I might go dizzyI’m a jet-foil skipper with a nautical growlReprimanding on-tour drum techniciansWe stand round in bus queues and die in midweekAnd even on clear days I can’t see the pointBut I wake up in places where jugglers have matesAnd Sylvian and Fripp discuss whippetsPumped full of smack and with more to injectCome up and meet the new genius electWho’s slumped in the corner for maximum effectGirl, he should spend a week being a Nordic ski widow