Lyrics My Book - The Beautiful South

My Book

This is my life and this is how it reads
For every chapter, a thousand memories
A murder, a mystery where everybody bleeds
A fantasy, a thriller with romance and disease
Diary entry, 9th of May '62:
We’ve had some ugly babies but none were quite like you
Diary entry, '62, end of May:
It looks as if the nose and chin are definitely here to stay
They’re here to stay, they’re here to stay…
If my lips start smiling and my knees start a-knocking
I’m a failure (You are, you are)
And if I seem half hearted, it’s because I’m broken hearted
And I’m a failure (You are, you are, you are)
I am (You are, you are, you are)
I am…
This is my life and this is how it reads
A documentary that nobody believes
Albert Steptoe in Gone With The Breeze
Mother played by Peter Beardsley, father by John Cleese
Diary entry '68, end of the year:
A cardboard Apollo 6 has given the all clear
11th December '68, Captain’s log:
Proposed trip to Mars was cancelled due to fog
It’s due to fog, it’s due to fog…
This is the play, it was I who wrote the script
Terry meets June in Tales From The Crypt
It was going to be a film but the camera person slipped
They later found him scolding a banana
Diary entry, 10th of April '89:
The world is going mad but me, I’m doing fine
I’m doing fine, I’m doing fine…
Back to bed, back to reality
Back to bed, back to reality
Back to bed, back to reality
(Hup, hup, hup, hup, hup)
Back to bed, back to reality
Hmmm, back to bed, back to reality
(Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa)
Back to bed, back to reality
Just fine