I meant every word I said   But only said half the words I meant   There's a load more where they came from   I suppose will get left unsent   Like conversation started   but don't know which way it went   Lips don't miss the wish for a kiss,   And time doesn't care how its spent      And the only way a white lie shows   Is the length of the gap between truths   Imprison any feeling usually displayed   And they wave white sheets from roofs      Pushchair to pensioner no-one said it right   So it was simplifed to one great fib   Anyone else who couldn't put it into words   Just got their lips round good sex or a cig   So if you finally spit it all out   Make sure you're wearing a bib      And I suspect those described as driven   Are usually driven by their mum or their dad   And motivation something you work on   If you cant spell properly or add   And if self-belief is something you started   Its probably in a book I once had   Self-belief the first target of thief   The last thing on the mind of the mad      And when it comes to your final speech   And as usual the cats got your tongue   Be glad we're living in a world struck dumb   Where the fat lady hasn't yet sung      Pushchair to pensioner no-one said it right   So it was simplified to one great fib   Anyone else who couldn't put it into words   Just got their lips round good sex or a cig   So if you finally spit it all out   Make sure you're wearing a bib      From where I'm sat, the lady's not fat   She's skinny with just the one lung   And the send-off planned the thirty-piece band   Have been sacked and probably hung      And anyone here who's a 'not sure'   Got here but how they forgot   And anyone dared ask a 'what for?'   Will get what for on the spot   So if you finally spit it all out   Make sure you're out of your cot