Got a ball to hide,
Gonna kick it out,
Wanna Go to chester,
Stay until December,

And I seem to think,
That Juan was once here with me,
Maybe i was wrong,
He was moving on,

And i sit and wonder,
Falling under.
Wheels are turning,
My legs are burning,

Everyone has scones,

You feel like elvis but i can't be alien,
And Juan likes it alone,

Can i have a cake please,
Cause i'm really hungry,
Its got cream and raisens,
And some flaky pastry,

Do you have gum boots yet,
Cause i just dont wear them,
They cause i rash on,
my lower ankles,

And i sit and wonder,
Falling under,
Wheels are turning,
My legs are burning,

Everyone has scones,

You feel like Geordie but i can be a scouse,
Because i am a brummie yeah,

Cake got it,
All over my face now,