Stranger on the sofa

My friend the fly is a cheeky little mite He enters by the window and he hangs out by the light He guages where I'm at and then he swoops from yay on high And buzzes right up close and says it's me...

Can't get out of bed There's a whirring in my head And my skills have disappeared There's an aching in my limbs Don't know where it quite begins But the truth is what I feel Here she comes Dancing...

You see, that's the way the world is Not a lot you can do about it Except to accept There was a time I thought about it Plenty of time I thought about it Then decided not to Here in the hole; I'm...