Picnic on the Edge

Cuddle and wait
A huddle on the floor
Cool cats all a muddle at the door
What a bore. Badger just score
Barking at the dark
Face like a basking jar

She's a dark princess
She doesn't really need this
Shes waiting vivid west wood
Do you mind if i kiss you?
Have a little cuddle?
Theres no way that's going to go

Silly little rave queen
Mumbling dirty options
Sitting on my lap
Who am i the sort of chap
Watching you dance
A bit scared now

Then badgers snuggling up
With ambitions
Breaking my love
And all the posh girls are laughing
And i've got to think quick

Who am i
Who am i!

(Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da!! dala dala dala!)

So the taxi
Drives off into the mistic
And i bid fairwell to you
I'm stuck a badger
And his crew lowing it down in poetry

I'll sit on this fence forever
Except all living