said "I am a lover not a fighter" i took your word for it that you were not a shyster and then we went for a drink and then you wanted another and so the story goes, you set yourself on fire with heart of gold it did unfold, it did transpire that i'd teamed up with one as mad as a hatter you beamed and then you screamed, "unfolding doesn't matter" yelling "yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah i got a top floor to let" some people say you only do things for attention that you're just looking for a liabilities pension I ask myself "is this really worth the care?" I face the facts and then i reckon yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah i got a top floor to let and when the peas were burned by my wondering mind a lesson I should have learned for the very next time and still I signed a contract with a friend of mine a blank piece of paper with a dotted line i wrote upon it yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah got a top floor to let once upon a time in the west midlands there lived a man, he wrote a song fought for words as a consequence as if there was any chance of faking his heart or pandering to failing bring on that entrancing girl and watch his heart sink oh god I would not bet against him giving his all, completely genuine and oh lord well