G5 D5 G5 Darts in soap operas, oh so wrong, oh so wrong D5 G5 No one's scoring and there's too much chat between easch throw D5 G5 Worse than this though is when cheers are raised for the bull D5 Granted, bull's a double and an out but I know that they don't A5 D5 A5 D5 A5 D5 D5 Know their boards; I propose no soap darts. G5 D5 G5 Is your child hyperactive or is he perhaps a twat? D5 G5 Sometimes I like to watch wave rage down on Fistral Beach D5 G5 Last Ash Wednesday I had tantric sex and it was shit D5 Next Ash Wednesday I might strive to lick my elbow; A5 D5 A5 D5 A5 D5 D5 Strive in vain, for they say few succeed. G5 D5 I wrote to the Horse and Hounds to gloat over whay I'd done G5 D5 I stored their magazine in a data retrieval system G5 Well let's face it what're they going to do? D5 It's not as if they know where I live G5 D5 And anyway I cut the caper back in 1984 G5 D5 Heartbroken Matrons on joyless beds G5 D5 For those whose souls the iron has entered G5 D5 And if I get to Heaven's gate I'll doubtless have to wait G5 D5 While St. Peter investigates the inevitable asterisk G5 D5 The inside of a Halex Three Star table-tennis ball G5 D5 G5 Smells much like you'd expect it to.