I'm Fed Up

I'm fed up I do not jest
I've got mustard and jelly all down my vest
Life's all wrong I'll make it right
There's not single friend in sight
I've got a lot that's plain to see
I'll buy a jag then they'll notice me

I'm fed up I do not jest
I'm out of pep I'm out of zest
I'll move to a warm island way out at sea
Just my dog Rover and my colour TV
I'm fed up it's a difficult job
It's not so easy being god
Bless you all