Scoop! Scoop! Hallelujah, its morning My execution can wait til after I just dropped in, no-ones smiling But "Hi" I never took you for the sort to start flapping and But aye I don't want any pity from you I don't expect any mercy for me Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Ohhhhhhh OHHHHHH OHH To your house just to walk I squint at red organic blur (yes) Love and jest Then guess Smells fresh Where's next? Not next to her What was past tense You could get stabbed in the neck It's time to run from a man, A poor excuse Exchanges hands The puppet claps A final dance and I collapse You whipped away the time You did at great speed With great speed I sank I felt fleeced I must be a sheep I must be a sheep How does that match up in comparison To the twisted backward son, of Allan Addison? I'll just do what I like I'll never get anything done I'll never do anything right I'll just do what I like