Well here we are and here we go Up the hill and down the slope Pardon me if I seem out of breath Bus was late so I walked instead There's nobody quite like me Isn't that Presumably What it is they say you're looking for Ballad singer with a guitar Okay so guitar was the part I got wrong The rest of me surely is what you want. Wait a minute who is this He needs a psychiatrist Either that or I do give me strength (Would do If I knew the way it went) You say you sing slow songs and fast numbers too Do you know volare (Is that her next to you) I'm running round in circles I'm getting so forlorn Whatever so forlorn's supposed to mean I'm sick of good intentions Whatever their intent on being Who's responsibility lies in sending him to me Tell me and I'll tear them limb from limb I said Matt Monro not Gunga Din. Our members will see him and eat him alive No two ways about it Or three or four or five 0ne day you'll see I'll he enormous (Then here's a tip lay off your fookin They'll say of me and my performance It's