Well, I don’t like to promise something, as I did yesterday, and then not to do it. I can’t tell you how much I enjoy the process of songwriting. Has to be said that I started off writing one thing. And then it naturally became a lot more euphemistic. So I ran with that. This one already feels like a keeper. I’ve got a bouncing tune too, but for now, here’s the lyric of…

My Song To The Tick

You sit on a blade of grass 
Waiting for the moment
When I walk  right past
My legs are the attraction
And you reach out and grasp
A little interaction
With my hairy shins
Oh where have you been
It’s always me you pick
This is my song to the tick
My song to the tick

And now you wander round
Trying to get a feel of me
Coz when you’ve found
That little place above my knee
Inside my thigh
Oh everyone can see
You’re such a patient thing
And where have you been
It’s always me you pick
This is my song to the tick
My song to the tick

Can anybody save me
From my misery?
It’s always me she picks
Always me she picks
Hear my song to the tick
Song to the tick

Now I know you’re after my blood
You’re waiting for the moment
And I’d stop you if I could
But I’m happily oblivious
You’re up to know good
It should be bloody obvious
On my inner thigh
Oh why, why, why
It’s always me you pick
My song to the tick
My song to the tick

Can’t anybody save me
From my misery?
It’s always me she picks
Always me she picks
Hear my song to the tick
Song to the tick

Now the deed is done
She’s buried in my groin
And there’s nowhere I can run
I begin to moan
When it begins to itch
Coz she has found her home
Oh what a……itch
Please make it quick
Why always me you pick?
This is my song to the tick
My song to the tick

And can  anybody save me
From my misery?
It’s always me she picks
Always me she picks
Can’t  anybody save me
From my misery
It’s always me she picks
Always me she picks

Hear my song to the tick
My song to the tick
My song to the tick
My song to the tick
My song to the tick