I don’t wanna go out,
I don’t wanna stay in.
Little by little I run out of gin
And I never really needed much,
Although I must say, I quite like lemons.

My mind fits in a bottle
My mind fits in a bottle

I don’t wanna get down,
I don’t wanna stay dry.
Piece by piece I scramble my lies
And I never really asked for nothing
Although I must say: it’s been really bloody lonely

My mind fits in a bottle
My mind fits in a bottle

Shake, shake.
Dab hand at faking
You’re seven lines down,
Little Pritchett in making

Shake, shake.
Dab hand at faking
You’re seven lines down,
Little Pritchett in making

Shake, shake.
Dab hand at faking
You’re seven lines down,
Little Pritchett in making

Shake, shake.
Dab hand at faking
You’re seven lines down,
Little Pritchett in making


I don’t wanna be found
I don’t wanna stay still
I never check my letterbox there’s danger within
And I usually can cope for a couple of days or weeks or even months on end

But then there’s this voice
I got nothing on him
Telling me to stop it and embrace my sins
And I never know how to say no
Now little old me is sleepless again

Shake, shake.
Dab hand at faking
Seven lines down,
Little Pritchett in making

Shake, shake.
Dab hand at faking
Seven lines down,
Little Pritchett in making

Shake, shake.
Dab hand at faking
Seven lines down,
Little Pritchett in making

Shake, shake.
Dab hand at faking
Seven lines down,
Little Pritchett in making

Shake, shake.
Dab hand at faking
Seven lines down,
Little Pritchett in making

Shake, shake.
Dab hand at faking
Seven lines down,
Little Pritchett in making
Now