SUMMER
FUSS
by Gary
Fletcher/Hilary Fletcher
Copyright Arone Records
1997
I’ve gotta say
I’ve had better days
The rain just
hasn’t let up
The hole in the
wall took my card away
and my baby
cancelled her love
Now I could let
it all get to me
But I don’t
think I’ll do that
I’ll just
imagine how it might have been
and with any
luck I won’t crack
Y’see my roof
hasn’t fallen in, my health’s okay
I didn’t get a
punctured tyre today
Some of us are
lucky, some of us are not
Some of us’d
kill for what some of us have got
I’ve got no P45
in my hand
No pile of
letters saying Sorry, no thanks
Some of us are
lucky, some of us are not
Some of us’d
kill for what some of us have got
Nobody came up
to me today
to say my
colour ain’t right
Nobody called
from the bank to say
We’re
repossessing your life
It’s still
raining and my world is grey
but at least
the wind’s dropped
Maybe my
baby’ll change her mind
and then again
maybe not
But in the
meantime, well I dunno, my health’s okay
And I didn’t
get a punctured tyre today
Some of us are
lucky, some of us are not
Some of us’d
kill for what some of us have got
I’ve got a taco
in one hand,
a can of beer
in the other, I’m a fortunate man
Some of us are
lucky, some of us are not
Some of us’d
kill for what some of us have got
There’s lead in
my pencil, a glint in my eye
If nothing
else, there’s air in my tyres
Some of us are
lucky, some of us are not
Some of us’d
kill for what some of us have got