Lyrics:

It took ten years to realise
Why the angels start to cry
When you roll on down the lane in your
Happy smile, your funny name

I'm not being mean so don't take it hard
When I ask you to run 'round the yard

It's so hopeless to define
Why you jump to close the blinds, you
You know I'd help you if I could, but
Both my arms are made of wood

Just don't mean the things I say

It's only 'cos you're made that way
Sorry for laughing

There's too much happening

Sorry for laughing

There's too much happening

When we groove on into town
Charles Atlas, he stops to frown
'Cos he's not made like me and you
Just can't do the things we do
You know it's, it's times like these you have to pay

So, sorry to turn on that way