Manic Depression (Jimi) Ian Dury and the Blockheads

The mind is a very precious flower
That finds itself a-strangling 'mongst the weeds
The cause and effect, is what you might expect
And going round the bend is where it leads
The elephant provides the ivory tower
He's better left to wander to and fro
But Jumbo's got no chance, when the poacher doth advance
With a ghastly poison arrow in his bow

Sometimes it all falls into place
Other times it splashes in your face
On occasion grafting wins the day
Usually you wear yourself away

"Is this fair?", we ask ourselves as we get our headaches, bad backs and complaints
Is this fair, my little ones? is this fair?
Oh no, it fucking ain't

Well it's the way the cripple crumbles
It's the flaw of the jungle
Be reliable and humble
You'll be beggared if you bumble
A merry-making catchall phrase
Twentieth century malaise
It's on everybody's lips
I'm afraid you've had your chips