What's Wrong with Me - Terry Hall

I’ve got a box full of matches but the fires won’t burn

A cartload of monkeys, the wheels won’t turn

A head full of nothing, I never seem to learn anything anymore

I’ve got a bag full of promises I can’t keep

A hundred reasons why I don’t sleep

A lot of friends that I don’t see

Maybe that’s what friends are for

And you can do anything that you want to me

Cut off my legs and call me shorty

Love me although I’m fat and almost thirty-three

What’s wrong with me?

I’ve got a pocket full of secrets that I can’t hide

A mind and a mouth that’s open wide

Nobody ever looks inside

They just see what they want to see

You’ve got the gift of the gab, you’re fab and full of wit

A beautiful face that always fits

So give me a break and say a big hello to me

And I will give you the life I know you’re used to

Give me the choice I know you’d choose and

What you get is all of me

Saying «Howdy Doo, what’s wrong with you?»

Hey, and with the help of God and a few marines

I’ll get there someday

Hey, by the way I hope you’re OK

All I want to do

Is make your dreams come true

I want to be the King of every country

Kiss a different girl each month, but

When your head rules your heart

You never start to understand the score

And you can do anything that you want to me

Cut off my legs and call me shorty

Love me although I’m fat and almost thirty-three

What’s wrong with me?