Err, patient number four, please
I don't wanna go out
I don't wanna stay in
What on earth could be making me so uncertain?
I got my running shoes on
But they're sitting in the bin
I don't dare to peep around the curtain
I asked the doc what he could prescribe me
He just told me to rub on Vaseline lightly
Spending all day in my jimmy-jammys
I tell my friends I got me a couple o' bad knees
They just snigger and titter, put it up on Twitter
They think I'm some kinda bullshitter
Well, they don't know about this stinging sensation
My running shirt isn't giving good vibrations
Turned my world upside down, spun my head 'round and 'round
It's jogger's nipple, jogger's nipple
Turned my world upside down, spun my head 'round and 'round
It's jogger's nipple, jogger's nipple
Everybody rub... rub it softly, rub it gently
That smarts. Ouch
Can't stop me feeling so queesy
I read it up online, they make it sound so easy
I can't stop this feeling, it's so very sore
I'm not sure Vaseline's doing it anymore
Turned my world upside down, spun my head 'round and 'round
It's jogger's nipple, jogger's nipple
Turned my world upside down, spun my head 'round and 'round
It's jogger's nipple, jogger's nipple
Release notes:
All words & music by Tico Jnr.
Tico scoffs:
What an opener! Originally written for my excellent debut solo album, Lazy. Sexy. Cool, it was ruthlessly stolen by Bri after he'd managed to steal a cassette of my early demos for the album. It has been a but tricky containg both myself and this ditty, as it is ab' fab'.
During a web-chat with the fans Bri had revealed he had become somewhat jealous of me and my 'gastric band', leading him to insisting this feature on a Space Brain album. He even had to muscle in on the backing vocals at some point. They are lovely though, reminding me of Heather Small and her not-so-small bellowing.
Bri Jnr.:
Too busy breaking biscuits.
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