Cause for Concern

So what's it to you?

You're down another 8 ball

I haven't even got a cue

And you look dreadful

When you jump to what you'll resort to

Singing, "Charles, we ain't gonna hurt you"

But when there's fuck-all else to do

You could eat the foam from the headrest

You could knock the wind out of my breath

You could kick the teeth into my head

There's no cause for concern

So what's it to you?

You're down another 8 ball

I haven't even got the cue

And you look dreadful

When you jump to what you'll resort to

Singing, "Charles, we ain't gonna hurt you"

But when there's fuck-all else to do

You could eat the foam from the headrest

(I said there's no cause for)

You could knock the wind out of my breath

(I said there's no cause for)

And you could kick the teeth into my head

Still, there's no cause for concern

We ain't gonna hurt you

We ain't gonna hurt you

We ain't gonna hurt you

'Cause when there's fuck-all else to do

We could eat the foam from the headrest

(I said there's no cause for)

You could suck the wind out of my breath

(I said there's no cause for)

And you could kiss the teeth into my head

Still, there's no cause for concern

I said there's no cause for concern