Chittering chattering
frittering clattering
Always my little mind
drunken and snowblind
think this
think that
think thoughts
brick bat
through the glass houses
the spirit it rouses
is doomed by the grind
of the little mind
made of a nothingness
it’s what I do best
I do it so badly
I’d give it up gladly
Just for my one day back
Lord scoop my little mind
out of its little rind
end all this clickety clack
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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