Oh to be oh to be
These words just seem to follow me
Why must we sight our sights of woe
As through each day or week we go
Just try a grin a pleasant word
Why must you be a bloody nerd
Throw off your mood so full of gloom
As you explode into a room
Try a happy cheerful smile
No not a grimace - that cramps your style
Well just don't stand there saying nothing
Oh! bloody hell don't you start coughing
Why do I talk to myself so?
Is it 'co I wish to know
The person trapped inside my head
The one that I call 'Fiery Fred."