Say what be name of the troubles you run from
Okay with you if I tag along, chatter boxing, sing-a-long
I’ve got plenty of songs in my suitcase of stories
I’ll bring them along, chatter box you to death, sing them all day long
I’m not one for leaving, I’m not fond of coming back
But I’m one for believing in relieving yourself from the life that you’re trapped
Six if you’re lucky and eight if you’re not
Well it’s six if you’re lucky and eight if you’re not
You’d better run for your life kid, the whole world’s gone to pot(s), pans, and pieces
Lots of little pieces, or have you forgot