When you made me a sandwich I’ll admit I was quite pleased Branston pickle And a thick wedge of cheese But the secret ingredient The twist to yout recipe Is now flooding through my veins And you’ve decided to flee
I know we’ve fallen out But I’m leaving you a note Begging you to get in touch ‘Cos you’ve got the antidote And if I called you a moron Then I feel I was provoked Please drop me a line Because you’ve got the antidote
My hands are swollen And my face is turning green There’s a stabbing pain In the region of my spleen I’ve lost my hearing And my sense of smell Overall, I’d say I’m feeling Rather unwell.
