I'm poisoned with food and laid low with good living and 'feeling the weight with my brow
Been waiting for good looking things to come near me I must get together somehow
There's a pain in my ear and a bird on the ceiling, the evening is starting to ring
And this thing in my hand's just a box without feeling,
I must take a minute and sing.
A minute a day keeps the doctor away and the grass growing under your feet
And the seconds they say are just fleeting away, it depends on the people you meet
Estella Mellay from Le Champs Eleysees holds a guitar while she sings
And another I know who can fly the banjo, talks to the phone while it rings.
You're poisoned with food and laid low with good living and feeling the weight in your soul
You're wondering why the whole world passed you by without leaving a coin in your bowl
There's a chorus of birds at your window each morning, a book by the side of your bed
But all you can do is remain in the loo and complain of the pain in your head
No gain without pain said the truly insane in a voice that acclaimed that they knew
The answer it seems may reveal in your dreams but the chances of that are quite few.
A man of the cloth with the wings of a moth, settles a moment to pray
But the words on his lips are his bookmaker's tips for a win on the following day
I'm poisoned with food, laid low with good living, feeling the weight with my brow
Been waiting for sweet smelling things to come near me I must get together somehow
A feather light engine pulls up in the driveway, a tapping of footsteps arrive
So who could this be who's invited for tea just to see
if we're dead or alive, alive, alive.