Song Lyrics

I lost my temper with a friend
I mocked him
Mocked him and treated him
With rudeness
And though I tried to make amends
Still I miss him and walk a dark corridor

Then opened the post one morning
Woke up one morning
Doctor Bucks' letter
Of my own making, I walk a dark corridor o'er my heart

Hoping one day a door will be ajar
At least so we can recompense
Our betrayal of our hard won friendship
In vulgar and arrogant abeyance
To what was untrue underneath our parlance
I open the envelope

Doctor Bucks' letter
Re: Welfare Benefits reports
We also concerned
This means that A-Board will not be able to recover the legal fees
Paid by them, behalf

J. McCarthy, approximately ten-fifteen days
I got down, I was depressed
It was Doctor Buck's letter

Turn the radio on
Of my own making

Of my own making

To cheer myself up
Put the radio on, get the magazine out
And read about
The 'Essence of Tong'

Checklist, I never leave home without

One, sunglasses
I wear them all year around
And seem to need them more often
It's a habit
Music
Cassettes, CDs
Three, Palm Pilot
It's my lifeline
I think it's my P.A.'s computer
She rules my diary and I download it
Four, mobile phone
Five, Amex card
They made such a fuss about giving it to me
But I, I spend more time getting it turned down

I was in the realm of the essence of Tong

Thomas Murphy, Neville Wilding, Mark Edward Smith, Adam Helal