Things are shit, but they're gonna be okay
And I'm gonna see the otters
There aren't any otters
There are
Well, we can check
And I'm gonna see the water caterpillar

Purple hair in the Co-op
Purple hair in the Alpen
I'd love to hold you across the middle and be your shoulder bag
You've scraped your t-shirt thin
Is everything alright with you?
It's autumn, windy webs

Well, things are shit, but they're gonna be okay
And I'm gonna see the otters
There aren't any otters
There are
Well, we can check
And I'm gonna see the water caterpillar
There's no such thing, hmm?
Nice idea

I'm pro-tidy
A lot of faff
Don't push the door, automatic door
St Mark's trousers, my trousers, your trousers
Can you not?
Longton Grove, so, so, so sad
A polite bus boarder
A seat swapper
Secret filmer
You didn't necessarily feel
So I don't necessarily feel

Hand wringing, jelly lips
More for you, baby
Peaceful fish, meat
Lying dead and flat in a chiller
Pleated curtains partly hanging
Partly pushed against the tinted window so it looks like a giant butt
You can say I don't give a fuck, dick face
Leaping gazelles and a canister of butane

Well, we can check
And I'm gonna see the water caterpillar
There's no such thing, hmm?
Nice idea