Fit and Working Again

I'm fit and working again
 Look down the road
 In the sun
 I [make a pact with forty strong gang]
 I'm fit and working again
 I've seen fit
 We've seen the tail end
 I'm fit and working again
 I used to hang like chandeliers
 My lungs are crusted in blood
 But the facts is now cut clear
 I'm fit and working, dear
 still continue to write this song
 I'm fit and working again
 I used to think this spot was the domain
 Opinion is at most
 Stimulus reason
 If you've got the most
 With true, precise
 Analysis is academic
 Some thoughts can get nauseous.
 Set opposite a freak on a train
 Warts on his head and chin
 Boy, was I getting so vain
 I saw the recession around Victoria Station
 I'm fit and working again
 Gimme the sun.
 I'm fit and working again
 And I feel like Alan Minter*
 I just ate eight sheets of blotting paper
 And I tripped out on the Alka Seltzer
 Cause I'm fit and working again...
 Don't you know that was the tail end.
 [ Alan Minter is a British boxing champion. ed.]