Metrognome Live At Colston Hall

Comb on your head and poodle the day. Shuffle your feet, Turn on the news to hear what they might Say. They've made a machine, a new-fangled device, Parting the fuse. There's no need to worry. Your world will be all right. Time for a smoke, a pint, and a joke. You'll muddle on through, silently screaming, "What can I do?" Till time trips you out, larking about, Blows you away, high as a kite on a Windy hill.