Today I felt real ill after last night
I threw up in the morning and then went
To work, not feeling well enough to eat
Until lunchtime, when I went out and spent
A quid or two in the small newsagent
A pie, packet of crisps and a Daim Bar
Which used to be called Dime Bar, when it meant
Something, but, hey, there ain't nothing like a
Daim, because it's meaningless. Rushed home for
A phone call about mortgages, and quite
A long call it was. Then out with a friend
I've not known long. Did not go to a bar
We went to the Quays where we had a bite
Then back to hers, now I'm back home again
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