Oh little twig, you rattle past
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
The art of living well is not just choice
Or is it you?
To sleep again, to dream of you
Your bicycle makes trouble for us all
Seagulls on the roof have kept me wide
Can this be true? Can this be true?
Sunday morning papers say you failed
To take my turn on some thing new
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Yes, you do, yes, you do
Yeah, you do trust well
Like a can of nails on an angel's tail
Awake and pale in case I fail
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
It’s down to luck and who you trust
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Mudguard in a flap and chain is slack
Oh little twig, you do trust well
Yeah, you do trust well
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
When you fly past, yes, they do
You got no brakes, yeah, you got the shakes
And little boys, well, they drop their toys
To make it through, oh little twig
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do
