Not quite right
There’s a bloke by me who’s a wee bit strange
You know, not all there in the head
He’s a tinny short of a four pack
The wheel’s spinning but the hamster’s dead
He walks with his arms a-dangling
His head hangs sidewards on his neck
He’s only got one oar in the water
He’s an ace short of a deck
No-one knows what his name is
No-one knows what he does
The light’s on but nobody’s home
I reckon he got on the wrong bus
His hair looks kinda greasey
‘Cause it’s stuck to his head with laquer
He’s definitely not wired up right
His cheese has slipped off his cracker
The lift don’t go up to the top floor
He’s certainly not the full shilling
He’s a sandwich short of a picnic
The body’s able but the brain ain’t willing.
He’s one slate short of a rooftop
The grey matter’s all gone white
I think you get what I’m saying
The poor bloke ain’t quite right
There’s a bloke by me who’s a wee bit strange
You know, not all there in the head
He’s a tinny short of a four pack
The wheel’s spinning but the hamster’s dead
He walks with his arms a-dangling
His head hangs sidewards on his neck
He’s only got one oar in the water
He’s an ace short of a deck
No-one knows what his name is
No-one knows what he does
The light’s on but nobody’s home
I reckon he got on the wrong bus
His hair looks kinda greasey
‘Cause it’s stuck to his head with laquer
He’s definitely not wired up right
His cheese has slipped off his cracker
The lift don’t go up to the top floor
He’s certainly not the full shilling
He’s a sandwich short of a picnic
The body’s able but the brain ain’t willing.
He’s one slate short of a rooftop
The grey matter’s all gone white
I think you get what I’m saying
The poor bloke ain’t quite right
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