Buzzy - Tickley Feather

As a kid your dad took your fishing On the pier you cast off wishing you could dive right in, dive right in Out at sea always there floating A plastic buoy, and

I got my phone, got my keys, got my money Got my pride, got my self-respect I'm going home, so please, please honey Leave it out, what did you expect? What was

We've had it good for such a long, long time A few scars to show but for now it's fine But the cracks are showing Good feeling in short supply The tensions grow

The Yeah You's It's Happening To Me When I woke, the world seemed beautiful But then the birds sang out of tune I flicked the switch, the bulb had gone again An