(Difford/Tilbrook) 



I'd lost the plot and roamed around  

Looked in the shops and hit the town  

My head was stuffed with words and aches  

I felt so rough and out of shape  

The clouds puffed up like bags of sweets  

That's just my luck, I couldn't eat  

My guts were full of churning fear  

With so much bull I had to clear  

When she said stuff yourself, don't be a clown  

Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town  

What's this long face that keeps on  

Hanging around  



She wouldn't say, I couldn't tell  

Was this the day I'd go to hell  

I sulked around in such a mood  

Until I found the one I'd screwed  

And then it came as clear as mud  

I was the pain that boiled the blood  

And saw the faults where there were none  

Deep in the vaults where love begun  



When she said stuff yourself, don't be a clown  

Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town  

What's this long face that keeps on  

Hanging around  

Then she said get a grip and shake this mood  

Get a life and find yourself some attitude  

What's this long face that keeps on  

Hanging around