Tracy Jacks
Works in civil service
It’s steady employment
Is a golfing fanatic
But his putt is erratic
Saw a Harley Street doctor
Who prescribed healthy living
But he’s getting past forty
And all the seams are splitting
Every day he got closer
He knew in his heart he was over
I’d love to stay here and be normal
But it’s just so overrated
Tracy Jacks
Left home without warning
At five in the morning
Got on the first train to Walton
And stood on the sea front laughing
Threw his clothes in the water
And ran around naked
Got stopped by the police
And escorted back home
And then it happened on a Tuesday morning
