Sittin’ in a house that’s empty
I’m still waiting for a chair or settee
Watching the chips baking
Then I switch ’em off and start again, yeah

I’m sittin’ on a wok with a tray
Watchin’ the limes roll away, ooh
I’m just sittin’ on a wok with a tray
Watchin’ limes

I left my home – it’s torture
So I’m headed for Tesco again
Nothin’ in the living rooom to live for
And there’s nothing in the DFS sale

So I’m just sittin’ on a wok with a tray
Watchin’ the limes roll away, ooh
I’m just sittin’ on a wok with a tray
Watchin’ limes

Took my muffins on a train
Inverkeithing remains the same
I can’t do what tent people tell me to
I’ll never go camping again, yes

Sittin’ listening to The Ramones
And The Undertones and The Rolling Stones,
Playing ‘Two Thousand Light Years From Home’
On kazoo and paper over a comb

Now I’m just sittin’ on a wok with a tray
Watchin’ the limes roll away, ooh yeah
Sittin’ on a wok with a tray
Watchin’ limes

 

photo by Michael Redmond @redmondmichael1