Intro: Dream therapists, is your lucky number seven By any chance? Do you think I once saw heaven During critical surgery when I walked towards a bright light? Can’t get a hit? Seems like what you got to do Is dial a Weller-gram and he’ll turn up at your show Quite possibly, acoustically get up on the stage And declare your band to be a really good band; Fine shoes; incredible tunes. Have a glass of Sass with Paolo Hewitt, Flirt with brass and later rue it. Wouldn’t it be nice to get home for Neighbours? Wouldn’t it be nice to play the Albert Hall for ever, And ever? Shit Sellotape, just don’t know where it begins And even when you do it keeps on straying to the side Good quality stationery never comes to my house. In bed again – can’t be bothered getting up Swing the lead again I’m just waiting for the man From Camelot telling me that I’ve won the Lottery. Let’s trash the murder mystery weekend Let’s stage a couldn’t-give-a-thon Summertime’s here and I’ve got no hassle I could be a Goth on a bouncy castle. Wouldn’t it be nice to call off the barn dance? Wouldn’t it be nice to sabotage the hot pot supper? Instrumental Monmore, hare’s running, Monmore, hare’s running, Monmore, hare’s running, Monmore, hare’s running, Monmore, hare’s running, Monmore, hare’s running, Monmore, hare’s running, Monmore, hare’s running.