I'd lost the plot and roamed around Looked in the shops and hit the town My head was stuffed with words and aches I felt so rough and out of shape The clouds puffed up like bags of sweets That's just my luck I couldn't eat My guts were full of churning fear With so much bull I had to clear When she said stuff yourself don't be a clown Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town What's this long face that keeps on hanging around She wouldn't say I couldn't tell This was the day I'd go to hell I sulked around in such a mood Until I'd found the one I'd screwed And then it came as clear as mud I was the pain that boiled the blood And saw the fauts where there were none Deep in the vaults where love begun When she said stuff yourself don't be a clown Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town What's this long face that keeps on hanging around And then she said get a grip and shake this mood Get a life and find yourself some attitude What's this long face that keeps on hanging around (C) A&M Records Ltd. London 1995Reproduced without permission