Cheerio Chaps, Cheerio Goodbye

Sour metal smells in a lonely barrel Don't render me the sorriest parody Potty gobbed fickle mob clamour for climax Don't render me the sorriest parody Be blasted or be lambasted instead Don't render me the sorriest parody Cheerio chaps, cheerio goodbye Cheerio chaps, even cheer me if I die For me snivelling, for me suffering, for me constant cowering… I get this My pain played back, like crude happy slap, and for the laugh… I get this Another cosmos, beneath the big top, when I belly flop… I get this I get this, I get this, I get this, I get this No not hugged or hand shook Just left bereft, well walloped, wanting to have hopefully have wept So I gloat with gritted grin To cheat my chin into keeping the womanly webbling in like Cheerio chaps, cheerio goodbye Cheerio chaps, even cheer me if I die For me snivelling, for me suffering, for me constant cowering… I get this My pain played back, like crude happy slap, and for the laugh… I get this Another cosmos, beneath the big top, when I belly flop… I get this I get this, I get this, I get this… Requiem in a circus tent, requiem in a circus tent, requiem in a circus tent, requiem in a circus tent