Nail it back together* To keep out the weather. Cos it got broke again, This old heart again. But I've got a big old box Down in the cellar, Where I keep all my stuff For patching it up. I've got rivets and rags, I've got hooks and cement, I've got leather and glue And a rusty old screw. Pull on a clean white shirt, Drag myself back to work, Looking good as new. No-one will know. It doesn't show, Does it? Hammer it back together To keep out the weather. I got careless again, With this old heart again. But I've got a big old box Down in the cellar, Where I keep all my stuff For bodging it up. I've got canvas and tar, I've got cat gut and wire. Mud, sticks & stones And some needles of bone. Pull on a clean white shirt, Drag myself back to work, Looking good as new. No-one will know. It doesn't show, Does it? I got screwed up newspaper For packing the holes, Polystyrene & sandbags & Lead that I stole. Pull on a big warm coat, Drag myself down the road. Smiling at you. No-one will ever know. It doesn't show, Does it?