Intro (spoken) You ever have one of those days... where you wake up thinking, "Today's gonna be alright..." ...and by lunchtime life just says, "Hold my beer." Verse 1 Loaded up the Peugeot, headed for the tip, Thought today was easy... then the whole thing flipped. Dashboard acting funny, lights dancing round the place, Looked at Mikey laughing, "What a bloody disgrace." Thought I'd make some progress, overtake and go... Kissed the kerb so gently... Pfffffft... "There goes the tyre, bro." Pre-Chorus R.A.C said, "We've got you, mate." Sent the wrong truck anyway. I'm standing by the roadside laughing through the heat... Because crying costs more energy. Chorus It's just one of those days, nothing goes to plan. Life keeps throwing left hooks at an already battered man. Lose a tyre... lose your mind... lose an ounce somewhere behind... Stick the headphones on... turn the music loud... Tomorrow's still waiting... and I'm still standing proud. Verse 2 Mikey's in the garden, working like a beast. Said this little haven helps him find some peace. Back door wouldn't open, I remember that... Had an ounce inside my hand... Then... Where the hell's it gone at? Checked the shed... the kitchen... every bloody shelf. Started questioning my memory... arguing with myself. Rap Break I've checked the table, checked the chair, checked the bloody underwear. Checked the pockets, checked the sink, now I'm questioning how I think. Dogs just staring like, "Don't ask me..." Teddy's looking innocent. Winky's fast asleep. Luna's judging everyone... like she's leading Scotland Yard. Bridge Maybe it'll turn up... Maybe it won't. Maybe tomorrow I'll laugh about today. Because every storm I've lived through... Started just like this. Final Chorus It's just one of those days, where nothing feels right. But the stars still shine after every longest night. Tyres can burst... Plans can change... Life can drive you half insane... But give me good friends... three loyal dogs... A fan... some headphones... And a song to carry me home. Outro (spoken) Court tomorrow... Birthday tomorrow night... Dishwasher engineer... No bloody car... ... Ah well... Still we stand. See you tomorrow, world.
