Poor Old Martin

Poor old Martin's lost his voice
He ain't the same but not through choice
He lives the darkest life I've ever seen
He left his kids and wife to live his dream

Martin, don't you go
Don't you know

That it's the same bloody thing all over again
He's sick and tired of being pushed to the edge
The whip-poor-will of life, he just can't take
His kitchen knives help him
And it's the same on the tube, tonight on BBC 2
Teletext eyes, he'll book a flight to the moon
Turn Channel 5, he shot up the school
Up next on Gold, it's 'A Room With A-'

Poor old Martin, now they're dead
A hunting rifle to the head
You didn't care, professing muck
And just for fun, you shouted "Duck"

Martin, don't you go
Don't you know

That it's the same bloody thing all over again
He's sick and tired of being pushed to the edge
The whip-poor-will of life, he just can't take
His kitchen knives help him
And it's the same on the tube, tonight on BBC 2
Teletext eyes, he'll book a flight to the moon
Turn Channel 5, he shot up the school
Up next on Gold, it's 'A Room With A View'

Martin, what have you got to say about that?
(The way they laughed with a look of pizzazz)
As the bodies went straight to the floor
(And they were asking for more)
So, you gave it, with a rat-a-tat-tat
(Do, do, do, do), (Do, do, do, do)
(Do, do, do)
And that was that, so (Bop, shoo-wop, shoo-wah, ooh)
Martin, you're a loved one (Martin, loved one)
Oh, Martin, won't you come on (Martin, come on)
We're dying to see you so pick up the receiver (Dying, see you)
(Up, receiver)
Martin, don't do anything brash
Else, you're gonna end up with hubris (Like Tango & Cash)

It's the same bloody thing all over again
He's sick and tired of being pushed to the edge
The whip-poor-will of life, he just can't take
His kitchen knives help him
It's the same on the tube, tonight on BBC 2
Teletext eyes, he'll book a flight to the moon
Turn Channel 5, he shot up the school
Up next on Gold, it's 'A Room With A View'