Dark clouds are starting to form
My star sign says to stay in bed
Nothing’s happening but viruses and war
The world’s a mess, that’s for sure

Aphids are attacking my pet pot plant
My dog needs more worming tablets
They’ve stopped making my favourite plum jam
And my woman’s left me for another man

My body’s falling to bits
And my face is growing more zits
I worry I might be transgender
And my liver’s not too happy
About too many alcoholic benders

I’ve gained more foes than friends
My love life has gone off-line
Only my mother loves me
She says everything will soon be fine

Dark clouds are starting to form
I’m heading for an emotional shit-storm

Aphids are attacking my pet pot plant
My dog needs more worming tablets
They’ve stopped making my favourite plum jam
And my woman’s left me for another man.