There is spread
in the jam, again;
and I’m sure I know who did it –
it was that numpty over there,
the one who burns the bread,
and he knows I know,
that he knows—
that I know…
and still I watch
and see him fidget.
There is spread
in the jam, again;
and I’m sure I know who did it –
it was that numpty over there,
the one who burns the bread,
and he knows I know,
that he knows—
that I know…
and still I watch
and see him fidget.