Edgar Broughton Band Mad Hatter
If you think it’s easy
The madmen are checking
To see if you’re home
God help the church
And the people it’s hurt
Like sheep in a fold
I am the madhatter
And I’m getting fatter
If you’d like to know
I stood in the queue
To do what I do
With nowhere to go
If you think he’s dirty
He once was a worker
A long time ago
He made test tube babies
For Catholic ladies
In Ladbroke Grove
A terrified rock star
Sits in a cop car
What will they do?
If the political parties
Roll into one
And leave it to you
A man in the morning
Sits in the wireless
To keep me asleep
You’ll sit there like robots
And just for laughs
Grow old if it’s cheap
I am the madhatter
And I’m getting fatter
If you’d like to know
I stand in the queue
To do what I do
With nowhere to go
