Oh, I’m scared of change!
It disturbs my need to pee.
Two pences make me fluster and
One p’s freak the b-Jesus out of me.
Why is there such a concept?
Why can’t things just cease?
Why are there things that rattle
Like a five or ten pence piece?
I just want things simple
Like my wibbly, little mind.
I want none of that chink-a-chink
In every Jean pocket that I find.
So, leave me with nice notes and
Paths I recognise.
That way my nerves jollify and
There’ll be no goodbyes.