Bumper Cars - Stephen Fretwell

Beds and threads and two hats for our heads

Is not the kind of jazz I can commit to yet

Only let you down

Only mess you up

You should only play

With dodgem cars that you know you can cut up

Stood staring at the green observatory

Where they look up at the stars like you and me

Only lets them down

Only screws them up

You see they only play with bumper cars, they they know they can cut up

And selfish as it is, and though selfish never brings

I lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie face down in the quart of gin

Are you on your own?

Are you running down the Strand?

Are you falling to bits?

With a staple gun and a trowel?

Did it only let you down?

Did it only screw you up?

Did they pull out each and every worm?

Did they try and trip you up?