All my thought bubbles are cloudy
And I’m running around
But I’m lying in bed
Got my head up my arse
‘Cause I don’t really want it
Don’t try,
Don’t even go there
I know what you’ve got on the shelf
It’s not fair if you keep them, I want them, and then you keep them
No, I want them, and then you keep them
It’s not fair if you keep them
No, I want them, and then you keep them
Barnaby, Barnaby
She’s unwell, it’s okay she’s going nowhere (?)
I wanna know how it feels
To keep it all so tidy, you keep it all so tidy
Ayayoh, ayayoh
Barnaby
All my quiet moments are rowdy
And I’m running around,
But I’m lying in bed
With a bit of a twat
‘Cause I don’t really want it
Don’t try,
Don’t even go there
I know what you’ve got on the shelf
It’s not fair if you keep them, I want them, and then you keep them
No, I want them, and then you keep them
It’s not fair if you keep them
No, I want them, and then you keep them
Barnaby, Barnaby
She’s unwell, it’s okay she’s going nowhere (?)
I want to know how it feels
To keep it all so tidy, you keep it all so tidy
Ayayoh, ayayoh,
Barnaby