Coal Tar Soap
Your weighing me down, with your ton frown
You got me on the growling ground, bottom of the pit of town
Your dressed with depressed, hold your toupee down
A wallet road test, causes you to spend a pound
And how can you cope, without your coal tar soap
Your smoking way too much, your dribble ashtray bound
Drinking like a fish, inside an Indian cow
So get it off your chest, using your tongue like a plough
A cuckoos stolen nest, a policeman’s brought round
And in the shower as you grope, who’s taken your coal tar soap?
Tripped over a goat, wrote a suicide note
Tried to elope, in a pedal park boat
Dressed your pet llama, in an Afghan coat
Built your own castle, before you built the moat
as your shower takes another dope, here’s your Coal tar soap
no carpets on the floor, the windows are an eyesore
The kitchens half cooked, crockery blocks the door
You don’t give a toss, about the junk you store
Like a rubbish tip, after the Second World War
And your girlfriend starts to gloat, she’s got the coal tar soap
