Cheerio Chaps, Cheerio Goodbye

Sour metal smells in a lonely barrel
Don’t render me the sorriest parody
Potty gobbed fickle mob clamour for climax
Don’t render me the sorriest parody
Be blasted or be lambasted instead
Don’t render me the sorriest parody
Cheerio chaps, cheerio goodbye
Cheerio chaps, even cheer me if I die
For me snivelling, for me suffering, for me constant cowering… I get this
My pain played back, like crude happy slap, and for the laugh… I get this
Another cosmos, beneath the big top, when I belly flop… I get this
I get this, I get this, I get this, I get this
No not hugged or hand shook
Just left bereft, well walloped, wanting to have hopefully have wept
So I gloat with gritted grin
To cheat my chin into keeping the womanly webbling in like
Cheerio chaps, cheerio goodbye
Cheerio chaps, even cheer me if I die
For me snivelling, for me suffering, for me constant cowering… I get this
My pain played back, like crude happy slap, and for the laugh… I get this
Another cosmos, beneath the big top, when I belly flop… I get this
I get this, I get this, I get this…
Requiem in a circus tent, requiem in a circus tent, requiem in a circus tent,
requiem in a circus tent