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I'd lost the plot and roamed around  Looked in the shops and hit the town  My head was stuffed with words and aches  I felt so rough and out of shape  The clouds puffed up like bags of sweets  That's just my luck, I couldn't eat  My guts were full of churning fear  With so much bull I had to clear  When she said stuff yourself, don't be a clown  Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town  What's this long face that keeps on  Hanging around   She wouldn't say, I couldn't tell  Was this the day I'd go to hell  I sulked around in such a mood  Until I found the one I'd screwed  And then it came as clear as mud  I was the pain that boiled the blood  And saw the faults where there were none  Deep in the vaults where love begun   When she said stuff yourself, don't be a clown  Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town  What's this long face that keeps on  Hanging around  Then she said get a grip and shake this mood  Get a life and find yourself some attitude  What's this long face that keeps on  Hanging around