I'm fit and working again Look down the road In the sun I [make a pact with forty strong gang] I'm fit and working again I've seen fit We've seen the tail end I'm fit and working again I used to hang like chandeliers My lungs are crusted in blood But the facts is now cut clear I'm fit and working, dear still continue to write this song I'm fit and working again I used to think this spot was the domain Opinion is at most Stimulus reason If you've got the most With true, precise Analysis is academic Some thoughts can get nauseous. Set opposite a freak on a train Warts on his head and chin Boy, was I getting so vain I saw the recession around Victoria Station I'm fit and working again Gimme the sun. I'm fit and working again And I feel like Alan Minter* I just ate eight sheets of blotting paper And I tripped out on the Alka Seltzer Cause I'm fit and working again... Don't you know that was the tail end. [ Alan Minter is a British boxing champion. ed.]
