Fall - Eat Yself Fitter Lyrics

Im in the furniture trade
Got a new job today
But stick the cretin
On the number-three lathe



Went down the town
To a hm club
The sign had a cross
Through a couple well-dressed
They looked at my coat
They looked at my hair
An easy rider coot
Grabbed the edge of my coat
Said: youre too smart for here
I said: ill see the manager



He was the manager
Eat yself fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat yself fitter



Analytics have got
My type worked out
Analytics on me
The poison render
I grope about
And when I go out
My mind splits
My eyes doth hurt
The musical chairs
Have been swallowed up
By a cuddly group
Who land and rub off
Hoping that
Whatever it is
Will land and drop off



I met a hero of mine
I shook his hand
Got trapped in the door
Felt a fool, I tell ya



Charmed to meet ya
Eat yself fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat yself fitter



Became a recluse
And bought a computer
Set it up in the home
Elusive big one
On the screen
Saw the holy ghost, I swear
On the screen



Wheres the cursor?
Wheres the eraser?
Wheres the cursor?
Wheres the eraser?
G-o-h-o-h-o-9-o
G-o-h-o-h-o-9-o
G-o-h-o-h-o-9-o
H-o-9-o-g-o-h-o



Whats a computer?
Eat yself fitter
Whats a computer?
Eat yself fitter



The kevin ayers scene
South of france
Plush velvet
Aback! aback!
Aback! aback!
Levis fridays
Greek holidays
Barratt heritance x 3



Mit-dem! x3
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