There are mantras made to measure for each modern man today
Flogged to us online and on TV
There are apps to tell you how to live, to meditate and pray
And a quiz to score your likeability
Well not for me
I'd like to screw my life up on my own
No need to pay a psychic on a pricey telephone
To tell me I'll go senile or to prophesize
I'd like to think that death might come as some surprise
Let’s improvise
I wish to balls my life up by myself
Though Cosmo tells me without kids I’ll end up left on the shelf
I'm getting it all wrong they say, it time to pull the breaks
But I think life is richer when you make mistakes
For goodness sakes
I prefer my re-la-tion-ships imperfect
No thank you I don’t want to clear the air
Of self-ana-ly-sis I have a surfeit
And if I get aggressive it just shows much I care
I’m a prickly pear
I want to cock my life up flying solo
Please let me lick the knife and eat my very own last Rolo
Though TV hosts and gurus offer me a daily tract
I don’t need Simon Cowell to know how to act
As a matter of fact
I’m tired of Super Nanny, Dr Dawn and Jamie O
I know how clean my house is. I live there, hello!
I don’t need Gok to strip me bare and to tell me how to dress
But if they asked me to do Strictly I’d jump at it I confess
But apart from that, I’ll look back on life and I will say
That it may have been a car crash
But I never bat an eye lash
Cause at least
At least
I lived it my own sweet, foolish,
Stupid, clumsy, careless
Fun filled, full fat
Own
Sweet way
