Nothing To Do With Me

Absurd and sensible Quite unacceptable Let go, pull your leg off Control, out of control It's the bed-wetting thing That brought us here doctor It's the bed-wetting thing You tripped Dog on a leash You had never noticed Nothing to do with me Says he weeing his feet Well, it won't go away overnight But it will go away In the end You did such a great job With the boiler last time Please, can you mend my baby? He hasn't moved for three weeks Don't they use coffins When they are that small I don't want this poor thing in my house Sir, my chin Has been getting rather hot lately So lick your chin, stand on a tall building in the stiff breeze Don't know what to do, it's Saturday night I seek good advice From whom knows what's right Why don't you ring friends And go for a few drinks and then go see a movie Did you prescribe my daughter a pound of heroin? I'm sorry, I can't see, I think I've blinded myself Did you prescribe my daughter a pound of heroin? I'm sorry, I can't see, I think I've blinded myself It isn't a spot, it is a baby You're not a doctor, you're a wanker