A Nervous Kid - You Am I

Can you cut that tendon at the back of my hip I can't run away my bones congeal The stakes are simple s**t and bile But you just don't get it No you just don't

Now Constance George has got a voice like a tonic Mix it with gin and its got a kick to it Don't care for novellas prune juice or flans She's makin' up for time

Each summer we'd slumber in caravans While our folks would drink casks and curse the sand I noticed him staring at the ceiling like Gene Vincent Singing to a cr

At night in the minefield tuggin' my uniform Loose chaps and keeping tabs where I'm lying on Where you suppose the interest came In whose to receive here and wh