Moanin

You know what maybe its just my age

Cos every now and then somethings rattled my cage and in my cage I fill with rage

time I think to turn the page

Now I know I can be fickle but

I miss the slap and tickle but

If I could just turn back the clock

Or maybe book myself into a nice dry dock

There's a reason for this path I'm on

The futures now the past is gone

Or maybe if the hand that Ive been dealt

Came before my face started to melt

And I know I could of handled it better