I`m fit and working again
Look down the road
In the sun
I [make a pact with forty strong gang]
I`m fit and working again
I`ve seen fit
We`ve seen the tail end
I`m fit and working again
I used to hang like chandeliers
My lungs are crusted in blood
But the facts is now cut clear
I`m fit and working, dear
still continue to write this song
I`m fit and working again
I used to think this spot was the domain
Opinion is at most
Stimulus reason
If you`ve got the most
With true, precise
Analysis is academic
Some thoughts can get nauseous.
Set opposite a freak on a train
Warts on his head and chin
Boy, was I getting so vain
I saw the recession around Victoria Station
I`m fit and working again
Gimme the sun.
I`m fit and working again
And I feel like Alan Minter*
I just ate eight sheets of blotting paper
And I tripped out on the Alka Seltzer
Cause I`m fit and working again...
Don`t you know that was the tail end.
[ Alan Minter is a British boxing champion. ed.]