While travelling on the train I saw the emergency cord
That you pull if the is a problem while you are on board
And I though of all the times that I could have done with that
As I went through life and my plans went flat
That night that I was out and called over the barman
Who turned out to be a butch looking woman
When turning up at work on a day I should be off
While sitting at the theatre and developing a cough
On dates when I always say the wrong thing
When drinking too much and deciding to sing
All the many times that I’ve acted the fool
I wish I’d an emergency cord to pull
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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