Picnic on the Edge

Lyrics

Cuddle and wait A huddle on the floor Cool cats all a muddle at the door What a bore. Badger just score Barking at the dark Face like a basking jar She's a dark princess She doesn't really need this Shes waiting vivid west wood Do you mind if i kiss you? Have a little cuddle? Theres no way that's going to go Silly little rave queen Mumbling dirty options Sitting on my lap Who am i the sort of chap Watching you dance A bit scared now Then badgers snuggling up With ambitions Breaking my love And all the posh girls are laughing And i've got to think quick Who am i Who am i! (Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da!! dala dala dala!) So the taxi Drives off into the mistic And i bid fairwell to you I'm stuck a badger And his crew lowing it down in poetry I'll sit on this fence forever Except all living