Chuck Me In The River

A letter to Shell Not quite a guarantee, yeah But honey how I need ya Well here's that song again Chuck me in the river 'cos I'm too slow Look into my foolish eyes again This carousel It stutters and creaks It's destined to be Tattooed by bad graffiti And eaten by the vines Cover me in treacle and lock me out I've always been afraid of that Yeah Strictly a cappella from hereon out I always wanted to do that Yeah Pick up the glass tambourine Oh it comes with a warning Too too precious to play now But you will anyway now Hey now Chuck me in the river 'cos I'm too slow Look into my foolish eyes I've always been afraid of that Strictly a cappella now Yeah