SMALL TALK
©Trev Teasdel Middlesbrough January 1981
You probably think I’m rather boring,
Guaranteed to send you snoring.
I don’t seem to have a lot to say,
I might just as well slept all day
I could’ve stayed in, on my own,
Spoke to the clock on the telephone
Spoke to the clock on the telephone
Chorus
Small talk, Small talk
Small talk, Small talk
Talk to your smalls!.
I never seem to do much with my life.
I secretly fancy next door’s wife.
I potter about, here and there,
Rub a bit cream in my thinning hair.
I mow the lawn, I yawn and yawn,
I’m just about as dumb as a new babe born.
(Bridge)
People put me in the picture,
they say I’m in the cold.
they say I’m in the cold.
They try to re-adjust me,
turn my horizontal hold.
turn my horizontal hold.
But I know what I know,
What I don’t know doesn’t matter.
I can’t get started on all this idle chatter.
Chorus
You may say I’m just a viewer
My contribution is just manure.
I can’t seem to form my own opinions
I only shed tears when I peel onions
I watch TV, just to see
What I could be doing if I didn’t watch TV
I’m waiting for the lady who brings the pools
She calls me the fella who drools and drools.
I have a little bet on a little horse
I watch it in colour go round the course.
Am I boring you, I probably do.
If you think I’m boring then so are you.
If you think I’m boring then so are you.