BLUE HOUSE (LAUGHTER VERSION)
I don’t fit in your ice lolly mould
I don’t fit in your car
I don’t fit in your cute hornrims
I don’t follow your star

I’m just so awkward
It’s too good to be true
Got ideas like a disease
There’s nothing in my head except John Coltrane
I can’t make sense of what I see
I can’t make sense of what I see

I’m just so precious
Cos I know I’m so right
Got no limitations of thought
There’s nothing in my pocket except a lump of steel
Money’s no honey and life is short
Money’s no honey and life is short

I’m just so dreamy
And I’m living a lie
I like the lie I’m living too
There’s nothing in my wallet except a smeared photo
And you know it isn’t even of you
You know it isn’t even of you

I’m just so twisted
Don’t want to find the door
Outside is where you should be
There’s nothing in my heart except a Bowie knife
One cut, you know, it sets me free
One cut, you know, it sets me free

I don’t fit in your white ski pants
I don’t fit in your tweeds
I don’t fit in your hip Raybans
I don’t have your needs

I’m just so weary
Much too tired to sleep
Got this roller coaster bed
There’s nothing in my soul except some hot be-bop
What you asked is what I said
What you asked is what I said

I’m just so cool
I’m cut right outta ice
Got words like a freezing snow
There’s nothing in my mind except a long bus ride
I keep telling you I’ve got to go
Keep telling you I’ve got to go

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Words by Peter Greatorex.
Copyright ℗ 1991 D & G Music.