Lyrics:

Firstly there's a spanner in here
Secondly it has the right of way
And something else is missing
Sometimes sorted out
And wrapped up straight away

Nothing by comparison puts thoughts straight in my mind
As I comfort myself with the will to be unkind
Goes the way of every day to hell with uncle, I

Mr Technique's doing well
And he stands around in poses just like this
But when I gets to thinking it seems better
To betray me with a kiss
We will inform you from day to day
Mr Technique's is a much better way

A change in circumstances
Forget responsibilities
And showbiz personalities?

Goes the way of every day
To hell with uncle, I
[Goes the way of every day]
Know I'm wrong
[To hell with uncle, I]
It must be all this eating in bed
Tell me when it's over
[It must be all this]
A spider is crawling up and eating in bed

Catch this, in a minute

No-one can see or say or do
What no-one wants or not to do
It's scary to be that way
To make use of my body
I'll be round with the tarring can
And stand with the standard man
Who paints us inseperable
But should I break my fall?

In every cry of every man
The mind for ??? and it calls my bluff
Goes the way of every day
To hell with uncle, I
[Goes the way of every day]
Know I'm wrong
[To hell with uncle, I]
It must be all this eating in bed
[Know I'm wrong]
Tell me when it's over
[It must be all this eating in bed]
A spider is crawling up and eating in bed

No-one can see or say or do
What no-one wants or not to do
It's scary to be that way
To make use of my body
The woman with the clap
Takes me round to the back
To the man with the crocodile smile
Who scares me to my hands and knees
But should I break my fall?