Macintyre - The Lucksmiths

Far from handsome

Close to ugly

I pull my pants on

I don’t look lovely

I wear a singlet underneath my shirt

I tuck it in at all times

And as the plot gets thicker

The hair on top gets thinner

I’m not happy but I’m near enough

Misunderstood

Much overweight

My eyesight’s good

But it’s not great

I read my horoscope today

What have I got to hope for?

Daydreaming as I do the dishes

Of cuddles and kisses for Mr and Mrs

I’m not happy but I’m near enough

Half-past eleven at the Clare Castle

Another day, another drink, another debacle

Sunlight makes the empty glasses sparkle

I hardly notice

I’m hopeless

I couldn’t save myself to save myself

I’m not happy but I’m near enough