Again

Day and night, you're keeping right
But feeling pretty queer
It's a camp interpretation
Of a very kitsch idea
You want to see the Doctor
But you're going nowhere near
So much booze, you're gonna lose
But your reputation's clear

Writing down your feelings
With a multicoloured pen
Questions coming thick and fast
Starter, now, for ten
Buzzing round in circles
So you don't know where or when
It bubbles up inside of you
And here we go again

Oh-oh
Oh no
Here we go again
Oh-oh
Oh no
Here we go again

Elaborate and speculate
'cause no one knows the truth
Scrabble round the same old town
Searching for the proof
A tiny manic facial tic
To demonstrate your youth
Turn that fucking music up
It's time to raise the roof

Furtive glance, take your chance
With a lonely hen
Partying because you are
Monarch of the Glen
Competition, superstition
Wary of the men
You're a star so to the bar
And here we go again

Oh-oh
Oh no
Here we go again
Oh-oh
Oh no
Here we go again

Oh-oh
Oh no
Here we go again
Oh-oh
Oh no
Here we go again

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