LYRICS
SHIVERING IN THE RAIN
Why am I shivering alone in the rain?
Is it because I locked myself out my flat yesterday?
Maybe if the cat had hands
He might open the door and let me in
But then I guess he’d maybe punch me
For not feeding him this morning
And that just wouldn’t be fair
You’ve got hands! Open your own tin!
The badgers and the crocodiles come out in the rain
Their stupid beady eyes laughing at my flabby, naked form
Maybe I should murder a tramp and nick his coat
So I don’t freeze to death
Or maybe I should just call my wife
And ask her to open the door
Or I could lumber around the town
Scaring horses and babies and little old ladies
Maybe I should just find a brick
And hurl it through my window
But my flat’s on the 58th floor
And I don’t think I can throw that far
Unless I got me some kind of laser-guided
Rocket launcher type thing
But you know how expensive they are
I may as well buy a new flat
Maybe if I concentrate hard enough
I can blow a hole in the door with my mind
But what if I miss
And blow a hole underneath my feet
And go tumbling down like a snowflake
To the Kingdom of the Frogs?
The Frogs?
I don’t wanna go there
No, no, Mrs Jones
I don’t wanna die in the filthy land of the chuffing frogs
Aaah! Um! Kwok!
Aaah! Um! Kwok!
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Kidney Piper
Shivering in the Rain
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Midnight Bastard
Wish That I Could Sleep
Rodney Normal
Beef Scarecrow
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Michael the Swan
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Oui Monsieur Papillon
Black Doll Man
Cat in a Washing Machine
Beef Scarecrow (2005-06)
LYRICS
SHIVERING IN THE RAIN
Why am I shivering alone in the rain?
Is it because I locked myself
Out my flat yesterday?
Maybe if the cat had hands
He might open the door and let me in
But then I guess he’d maybe punch me
For not feeding him this morning
And that just wouldn’t be fair
You’ve got hands! Open your own tin!
The badgers and the crocodiles
Come out in the rain
Their stupid beady eyes laughing
At my flabby, naked form
Maybe I should murder a tramp
And nick his coat
So I don’t freeze to death
Or maybe I should just call my wife
And ask her to open the door
Or I could lumber around the town
Scaring horses and babies and little old ladies
Maybe I should just find a brick
And hurl it through my window
But my flat’s on the 58th floor
And I don’t think I can throw that far
Unless I got me some kind of laser-guided
Rocket launcher type thing
But you know how expensive they are
I may as well buy a new flat
Maybe if I concentrate hard enough
I can blow a hole in the door with my mind
But what if I miss
And blow a hole underneath my feet
And go tumbling down like a snowflake
To the Kingdom of the Frogs?
The Frogs?
I don’t wanna go there
No, no, Mrs Jones
I don’t wanna die in the filthy land of the
chuffing frogs
Aaah! Um! Kwok!
Aaah! Um! Kwok!
