Written By: Happy Mondays 



I wrote for luck 

They sent me you 

I sent for juice 

They sent me poison 

I hold the line 

You form a queue 

Try nothing hard 

There's nothing else you can do 

You can try 

But you can't chain me 

I can sniff, bend, stand and bend and roll over 

I don't breathe 

I just dance 

There's more than one sign 

And it's getting less 

When you're wet 

You're getting dryer 

You used to speak the truth 

But now you're a liar 

You used to speak the truth 

But now you're clever 



I wrote for luck 

They sent me you 

I sent for juice 

They sent me poison 

I hold the line 

You form a queue 

Try nothing hard 

There's nothing else you can do 

And when you're wet 

You're getting dryer 

You used to speak the truth 

But now you're a liar 

You used to speak the truth 

But now you're clever 

And when it's hot 

You start to melt 

Cos you're not made of cheese 

You're made of chocolate 

And when it's cold 

You tend to cry 

Keep on piling out 

And not putting by