It’s a wonderful morning
And you stand on the quay
See myself in the mirror
Of my hot cup of tea
I don’t know what you’re thinking
I don’t know what you see
But the chances are shrinking
That you might think of me as well as swim in the sea

Come and get me in my hole
Before I get too old
Come and get me in my bed
Before I get too dead

But I send you a warning
It’s the least I can do
I might try to reject
And diminish and trash
Everything that you do
It’s a wonderful morning
Here is my cup of tea
In a state of undress
You did not take a swim
Now you’re looking for me?
Now you’re looking for me?

Yes. Me.