Death By Melody

Give me sleaze, Welsh cakes and cheese

Look so divine, tell me they're mine

And this thing doesn't rhyme

The rights are wrong the left have gone right

Thought they might taste the Angel Delight

And swot him in sight

I can make no sense of it

Living in the thick of it

Can't make head nor tail of it

Living in the thick of it (X2)

When I was aged under three

I went insane on the climbing frame

I totally lost it

Searching for the land of my dreams

The Soviets rave and nuns misbehave

And nobody rules but

I can make no sense of it

Living in the thick of it

Can't make head nor tail of it

Living in the thick of it (X2)

Do do do do do do do do

Do do do do do do do do

Do do do do do do do do

Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do

Do do do

La la la la la la la

Zippedy do

Zippedy don't

Zippedy I don't know (X2)

I can make no sense of it

Living in the thick of it

Can't make head nor tail of it

Living in the thick of it (X4)

Living

Living

Living

Living