Beans On Toast Post Bestival Festival Blues
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The summer's almost over, the clouds are drawing in
It's raining in my bedroom again
I woke up with the shivers, now I'm not sure what to do
This ain't your usual comedown
Baby, it's the blues
The campervan has broken down
The gear shift's f..cked and the clutch has burnt out
I'm feeling sad and lonesome for no reason at all
I got the post bestival festival blues
I think I've got a nose bleed
I keep thinking I'm gonna die
I really wanna leave my bedroom but I'm scared to even try
The summer was a big one, it left me in a mess
I was dabbling with everything and drinking to excess
They tell me what comes up, comes down
Do you really think that that is gonna help me now?
I'm feeling sad and lonesome for no reason at all
I got the post bestival festival blues
I sit alone and wonder when my baby's coming back
She's been working hard this morning though since seven o'clock
So I doubt that she'll have too much sympathy for me
But she might give me a cuddle, she might make a cup of tea
She might tell me to stop feeling sorry for myself
Just write your stupid song and let the drugs wear off
I'm feeling sad and lonesome for no reason at all
I got the post bestival festival blues
