Haven't you done enough damage by now

Throwing us folk out here any old how

It makes you want to spit doesn't it

On a shelf stood in a line

Bought and used in double time

Nobody wants to know us worn out and burnt

Like a bunch of castaways we sit

And waited the day the ship comes in

But does it come?

Riding on tapestry I was a Queen

Dancing on embroidery with a machine

I thought my head was up - Huh!

I was robbed

I thought I had everything my

Firm were makers to the king

And I was presented to his grace

Just before his walkabout

His zip was ripped his shirt

It was I who sewed up his zip

And saved his red face

Saved a red face x 5

'till I rolled in that is

'till I rolled in that is

Was it a mocking bird was it a loon

Was it a cotton reel calling a tune

Are you affected old man by the moon

Could you make up your mind pretty soon