The room is slowly spinning

I can’t stand up on the floor                                      

My tummy is a-heavin’

My head is very sore

 

 

Wine can’t take the blame for this                                

I don’t drink al all

But still I feel quite dizzy

And bang into the wall

 

Outside is a foreign place

That I don’t get to see

Only through the window

As I lie here miserably

 

I’ve left my will on the table

My money’s in a jar

Registration papers in a file

For my little motor car

 

Now when this sickness claims me

Don’t hesitate, don’t wait

Make sure I am cremated

And thrown over Graceland Gate

 

Oh here, just wait a minute

Forget everything I’ve said

That cup of tea has helped a lot

It’ll be a while before I’m dead!!!!