I’d lost the plot and roamed around
   Looked in the shops and hit the town
   My head was stuffed with words and aches
   I felt so rough and out of shape
   The clouds puffed up like bags of sweets
   That’s just my luck, I couldn’t eat
   My guts were full of churning fear
   With so much bull I had to clear
   When she said stuff yourself, don’t be a clown
   Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
   What’s this long face that keeps on
   Hanging around
  
   She wouldn’t say, I couldn’t tell
   Was this the day I’d go to hell
   I sulked around in such a mood
   Until I found the one I’d screwed
   And then it came as clear as mud
   I was the pain that boiled the blood
   And saw the faults where there were none
   Deep in the vaults where love begun
  
   When she said stuff yourself, don’t be a clown
   Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town
   What’s this long face that keeps on
   Hanging around
   Then she said get a grip and shake this mood
   Get a life and find yourself some attitude
   What’s this long face that keeps on
   Hanging around