Fit and Working Again

I'm fit and working again

Walk down the road in the sun

I make a path through a forty strong gang

I'm fit and working again

My sick, think I've seen the tail end

I'm fit and working again

I used to hang like a chandelier

My lungs encrusted in blood

But the flex is now cut clear

I'm fit and working, dear

Took me ten years to write this song

I'm fit and working again

I used to think this bog was the domain

Opinion is at most

One stimulus reason

If you've got the most

With the true precis

Analysis is academic

Some thoughts can get nauseous

Sat opposite a freak on a train

Warts on his head and chin

Boy, was I getting so vain

I saw the recession around Victoria Station

I'm fit and working again

Gimme the sun

I'm fit and working again

And I feel like Alan Minter*

I just ate eight sheets of blotting paper

And I chucked out the Alka Seltzer

Cause I'm fit and working again...

Don't you know that was the tail end