Del says "Sax solo by a busker pulled in at Waterloo Station,
Obviously paid nowt, Thacher was in power remember !!!"

I can't go out and socialise, people don't take long to realise
You can tell they've sussed it in they're eyes, there's something about me they despise

I'm Allergic to life

My conversations don't last long, people frown and move along
The girls they never come on strong, when I speak, it comes out wrong

If I call up, there's no-one home, they never answer the telephone
So I'll end up on my own, destined to spend my life alone