[lyrics by Andrew Buller, tune by suno.com - created in Canterbury, Kent - 12/10/24] I asked everybody what I do wrong - I had to fit it into one song it could stretch and stretch all album long and maybe it does it probably does it definitely does what's wrong with me? (what's wrong with me?) come on a journey of what's wrong with me - o where to begin? how is the chin? you're too cheeky too shiny too pink too silly too random too naughty too sporty too spice too brainy too old too bonkers too bald too many headlice - you're skating thin ice what's wrong with me? (what's wrong with me?) why do I ask? is it some sort of twisted experiment learnt in class? climb aboard my barge of self-sabotage getting it to sink is as easy as what you think the more negative the better the faster it'll upset her you're too sneaky too smirky too stinky too rhymey too fluorescent too germy too snorty too blimey too squirty too bold too squinty too bald (what's with the bald) still too many headlice - you're really skating thin ice you're really skating thin ice but thankfully now we've reached the end of our song I've forgotten to remember what they said all along - but what's still wrong what's still wrong what's still wrong with me in my final encore hurrah I ask my wife to share of the strife she says, it's all buried, deep inside - o dear, is that the time?