Them's The Vagaries Songtext / Lyric

You may have to rescue me

From limestone quarries frequently

Those corporate stunt shows you attend

You'll never get asked back again

Say!

Hello spinal curvature

Get used to the mirthless furniture

Now we've kissed I've written this list

I thought you ought to know



Them's the vagaries

Them's the vagaries

Them's the vagaries

Them's the vagaries

Them's the vagaries

Them's the vagaries






Well I'll not sit backwards on the train

I can't say I'll always flush the chain

And what I call pleasure you may call pain

I'm talking five-day tests

Prepare to lose your dignity

As I ride to victory

Down the aisles at Tesco

Wearing nothing much at all



Ancient pack-horse bridges we'll avoid

Marijuana bores must be destroyed



Bin men thin men lexicographers

Squid yes, not so octopus

Egg sandwiches on coach trips in June

I simply won't be there



No way joke shop excrement

Don't say the light show's excellent

It makes you smell of the laboratory instead of a

Fan of the band



Them's the vagaries…

Oh Brit Pop, turquoise, chips with apricot

Sheepskin nose-band, kids in Aldershot

You point to finches in my yard and you ask:

What's them things there?



Them's the aviaries

Them's the aviaries

Them's the aviaries

Them's the aviaries

And I've been saving these

Things just for you

For you

For you

For you