Give me sleaze, Welsh cakes and cheese Look so damn fine, tell me they're mine And this thing doesn't rhyme The rights are wrong, the left have gone right Thought they might taste the Angel Delight And swot him in sight I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it When I was aged under three I went insane on the climbing frame I totally lost it Searching for the land of my dreams Where Soviets rave and nuns misbehave And nobody rules but I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it Do, do do, do, do, do do, do Do, do do, do, do, do do, do Do, do do, do, do, do do, do Do, do do, do, do, do do do Do, do do do, do, do do do, do Do do do La la la, la la la la la Zippedy, do, zippedy, don't Zippedy, I don't know La la la, la la la la la Zippedy, do, zippedy, don't Zippedy, I don't know I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it Living, living, living, living, woo! © POLYGRAM MUSIC PUBG LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com