Downer - Edwyn Collins

It seems I’m cursed and what is worse

The play I’m in seems unrehearsed

The spotlight swims before my eyes

I lack the wits to improvise

What a knockback

What a stepback

What a setback

What a downer

What a letdown

What a step-down

What a comedown

What a downer

Is it conceit that finds me here?

Too much wine or too much beer?

Bleary eyed I face the throng

Too far out and too far gone

What a knockback

What a stepback

What a setback

What a downer

What a letdown

What a step-down

What a comedown

What a downer

Should I topple from the stage

Please don’t heckle, please don’t rage

Just lay your grievance at my door

You’ll get your money back and more

What a knockback

What a stepback

What a setback

What a downer

What a letdown

What a step-down

What a comedown

What a downer