I just cant get started, ever since we parted Its all such a struggle; my whole lifes a muddle But

if orient wins the cup, I might do the washing up Or shave the stubble from my chin, and change the rubbish bag in the bin The floor in the backroom could do with a vacuum.

These days I never go anywhere Ill never get anything good Im too tired to get out of bed Too poor to be having fun.

I just cant get going; Im broken down need towing Its all up in the air, too much of a strain to care Look how indecisive I have got, but then maybe not Im like an actor in a soap, when the scripts change I cant cope My clothes arent pressed, so I wont get dressed

These days I never go anywhere Ill never get anything good Im too tired to get out of bed Too poor to be having fun.

(Instrumental) The floor in the backroom could do with a vacuum.

These days I never go anywhere Ill never get anything good

Im too tired to get out of bed Too poor to be having fun.

These days I never go anywhere Ill never get anything good Im too tired to get out of bed Too poor to be having fun.