Dolly

I wake up every day But I don't want it that way I take my thoughts to the round about 'Cause me and them we like to get out Oh-oh-oh, what you do in your head You do in your head Oh-oh-oh, if he is dead He said he had a horrible house I looked in it and learnt to shut my mouth He said I had the luck of a son With all the love and poison of London Oh-oh-oh, what you do in your head You do in your head Oh-oh-oh, if he is dead Oh-oh-oh, what you do in your head You do in your head Oh-oh-oh, if he is dead