Cracking Up

From the album "The Key to a Happy Life - Disc 1"

Don't get out much anymore,
Rolling around on the kitchen floor.
Can't you hear me weep and wail?
Got no cause to wag my tail.

And it's all because of you, oh baby it's true.
I'm cracking up. I'm cracking up.

Don't get out much on the town, all I do is hang around.
Clinging by my fingertips, upside down and losing my grip.

Even though you might be quite good looking,
Even though you've got a load of cash.
If your baby leaves you,
No one even believes you,
When you say your life has all gone - crash!

Don't get out much to my friends, contemplating the bitter end.
Swilling beer and crates of wine, can't even wait for opening time.

Don't get out much anymore, lazing around on the kitchen floor.
Waiting for the sun to rise, maybe then I'll dry my eyes.