The Hairy Years Lyrics - Trash Can Sinatras

I lingered within earshot of the seaside souvenier shopfront 

(Itchy fingers sweating on a snoscene, little puppy eyes dart) 

A tiny world is ending, detective is descending 

(All the savings gone on bloody day one, little butterflies start) 

Here began my hairy years 

Set me down on a country lane myself 

Drinking myself lame 

Call, collect and gather me, take me intravenously 

Or I'll just prowl the hills 

It's hares and hunts, you scour the country 

We are not Jack and Jill 

Why do you tumble after me?