Single life

I put the kettle on watch tv make a small spliff just for me light
some incence drink some tea,
I close the curtains make the bed check the sell by date on the bread
scrape the jar for blobs of jam"what a sad and lonely git i am",
I count the days till i get paid recall the last time i got laid
do my washing in the bath i want you here so i can laugh
i wish i had a cat to kick cos single life just makes me sick.

I plug my iron in the wall pants and shirts i do them all
the washing up begins to call
i sit back down hold my head promise early nights to bed
make another spliff and then maybe watch the news at ten,
play my new oasis song put my paisley jim jams on
watch the late film on the telly
cheese on toast now for my belly
Fuck those extra calories
this single lifes just not for me.

I go to bed think of girlies
twiddle with my short and curlies
a mattress which the spring sticks up through
no warm bum to cuddle up to
so i make myself depressed and then
make myself a spliff again
wander round the front room floor, make some coffee eat some more
play guitar write a song "i wonder where im going wrong"
lay the next days clothes out neat
flick the black bits off my feet
fall into bed at half past three
"this single lifes just not for me".