I don't want to be a pioneer. A singer sings a sad song when he's sad, but honey all these years I've been upset. I've slowly turned the kind of blue that keeps your jeans dry.Now I don't need to reinvent the wheel.The singer needs to feel like he's been had. It's all so sad, it's all so sad.Oh broke, oh beat, oh twisted feet. And so on and so forth. So don't steal, don't lie, just tie your tie, and go on, go forth, go on, go forth. Sing la-dee-da dee-da dee-da dee-da dee-da dee-da dee-da oh-da. Ah dee-da dee-da dee-da dee-da dee-da-da-da-da-da dee-da. Ah dee-da dee-da. So hell I thought I knew why I was here. To find myself a girl who makes me sad. But I went looking round and all I found was this here one who makes me tea and brings the crossword. So how am I supposed to bring us down to think that I got used to being sad, and sometimes down, and always blue ?And did I mention sad? Oh broke, oh beat, oh twisted feet. And so on, and so forth. So don't steal, don't lie, just tie your tie. And go on, go forth, go on, go forth. Oh broke, oh beat, oh twisted feet.And so on and so forth. So don't steal, don't lie, just tie your tie. And go on, go forth,go on, go forth. Just go .

( Lyrics : Dan Mangan, " Et les mots croisés" ).

And so forth, these years bring me some beats, down the feet.