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I’m fit and working againWalk down the road in the sunI make a path through a forty strong gangI’m fit and working againMy sick, think I’ve seen the tail endI’m fit and working againI used to hang like a chandelierMy lungs encrusted in bloodBut the flex is now cut clearI’m fit and working, dearTook me ten years to write this songI’m fit and working againI used to think this bog was the domainOpinion is at mostOne stimulus reasonIf you’ve got the mostWith the true precisAnalysis is academicSome thoughts can get nauseous.Sat opposite a freak on a trainWarts on his head and chinBoy, was I getting so vainI saw the recession around victoria stationI’m fit and working againGimme the sun.I’m fit and working againAnd I feel like alan minter*I just ate eight sheets of blotting paperAnd I chucked out the alka seltzerCause I’m fit and working again...Don’t you know that was the tail end.