You should pull up your socks girl,
You should be calling in the favours,
You should be putting the hours,
You should pull your self together.
There's a limp to my walk,
I speak wisdom when I talk,
And I will ride you up to heaven,
If you pull yourself together.
And all you favourite authors,
That wrote all your favourite books,
Which had all your favourite words,
They do nothing for you now.
You should be lying on your back,
With a glow in your heart,
And I will ride you up to heaven,
If you pull yourself together
