Life?

The spark, the spark, oh the spark,

the spark, the spark, oh the spark.

I am unmanned by the realm of bats

especially when I’m out of hats

and I am on my Todd.

And when I get delirium tremens

through an overdose of gin and lemons

I dread the sight of yet more spirits

especially ones with moaning habits

I would rather eat welsh rabbit

and watch Britain’s Got Talent.

I tend to be a gullible man

Check my star sign in the Sun

Never walk under climbing trees

Keep the stories of Beatrix P.

But in the daylight I am brave

will dive down to the deepest cave

attempt a drowning man to save

attend while sober a midnight rave.

The spark, the spark, oh the spark,

the spark, the spark, oh the spark.

So at the end of everything

It’s not a lonely bell I ring

Life can make you want to sing, best to join a choir.

Living out your midnight visions

only feeds your superstitions

why not join the latest craze

see all the world in eighty days.

John Grant