Song Lyrics

Give me sleaze, Welsh cakes and cheese
Look so damn fine, tell me they're mine
And this thing doesn't rhyme

The rights are wrong, the left have gone right
Thought they might taste the Angel Delight
And swot him in sight

I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it
Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it
I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it
Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it

When I was aged under three
I went insane on the climbing frame
I totally lost it

Searching for the land of my dreams
Where Soviets rave and nuns misbehave
And nobody rules but

I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it
Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it
I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it
Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it

Do, do do, do, do, do do, do
Do, do do, do, do, do do, do
Do, do do, do, do, do do, do
Do, do do, do, do, do do do
Do, do do do, do, do do do, do
Do do do

La la la, la la la la la
Zippedy, do, zippedy, don't
Zippedy, I don't know

La la la, la la la la la
Zippedy, do, zippedy, don't
Zippedy, I don't know

I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it
Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it
I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it
Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it

I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it
Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it
I can make no sense of it living in the thick of it
Can't make head nor tail of it living in the thick of it
Living, living, living, living, woo!

Cian Ciaran, Dafydd Ieuan, Gruff Rhys, Guto Pryce, Huw Bunford