Look In My Book - Matt Berry

Over the hill

I’m over the hill

There’s ghosts in my house

So I had to move out

I live in my barn

But I don’t give a damn

For the cows and the sheep

As they strain to excrete

Wouldja like to look in my eyes?

Wouldja like to look in my book?

Couldja give me money for this?

Aaaah

Way past the hedgerows

An evil it grows

And it seeped its way south

And now lives in my house

My heart has grown cold

And I’m feeling so old

There’s a man in the hall

I don’t know him at all

Wouldja like to look in my eyes?

Wouldja like to look in my book?

Couldja give me money for this?

Aaaah

Wouldja like to look in my eyes?

Wouldja like to look in my book?

Couldja give me sheckels for this?

Aaaah

Wouldja like to look in my book?

My hands turn green in the rain

I don’t feel love I feel pain

Aaaah

Aaaa-aaaa-aaah

(gonna start that again?)

(come on what’s wrong with you?)