You dropped your act around me
Pathetic act it was anyway
And now I see where you sit
You left your mark when you crawled back to your pit
You shed your scales around me
They’re all dried up with misery
You handn’t a clue, had you?
Nobody said you’d got dried peas in your head
I never did like your face
Sheep you’ve got to be
Sheep won’t follow me
Sheep you’ve got to be
Sheep won’t follow me
(Fay Day)