Lyrics:

I'm In The Furniture Trade
got A New Job Today
but Stick The Cretin
on The Number-Three Lathe



went Down The Town
to A Hm Club
the Sign Had A Cross
through A Couple Well-Dressed
they Looked At My Coat
they Looked At My Hair
an Easy Rider Coot
grabbed The Edge Of My Coat
said 'you're Too Smart For Here'
i Said 'i'll See The Manager'



he Was The Manager
eat Y'self Fitter
up The Stairs Mister
eat Y'self Fitter



analytics Have Got
my Type Worked Out
analytics On Me
the Poison Render
i Grope About
and When I Go Out
my Mind Splits
my Eyes Doth Hurt
the Musical Chairs
have Been Swallowed Up
by A Cuddly Group
who Land And Rub Off
hoping That
whatever It Is
will Land And Drop Off



i Met A Hero Of Mine
i Shook His Hand
got Trapped In The Door
felt A Fool, I Tell Ya



charmed To Meet Ya
eat Y'self Fitter
up The Stairs Mister
eat Y'self Fitter



became A Recluse
and Bought A Computer
set It Up In The Home
elusive Big One
on The Screen
saw The Holy Ghost, I Swear
on The Screen



where's The Cursor
where's The Eraser
where's The Cursor
where's The Eraser
g-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
g-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
g-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
h-O-9-O-G-O-H-O



what's A Computer
eat Y'self Fitter
what's A Computer
eat Y'self Fitter



the Kevin Ayers Scene
south Of France
plush Velvet
aback! Aback!
aback! Aback!
levis Fridays
greek Holidays-Ac