The wind's whistling   My mind's twisting   I was making myself the usual cup of tea   When the doorbell strangely rang      Because I've been up here for a while   I'm starting to feel the monotony of the tower block   I'm not so manic now   I can uphold the weight of those neighbours   And she's lifting and throwing to the wall   The post-natal harmonies of youth   When this younger man, twenty-five   Advantageously took away her pride      The wind's whistling   My mind's twisting   I was making myself the usual cup of tea   When the doorbell strangely rang      I staggered shaking slowly to the door   Through the frosted panel I could see you   Your intentions as a salesman truly cush   You endeavoured as a psycho just to push   And whilst lifting and throwing to the wall   My puny structure of an ageing OAP   No reason why you chose my flat   Breathing deeply in a trance      The wind's whistling   My mind's twisting   I was making myself the usual cup of tea   When the doorbell strangely rang      I'm not so manic now (not so manic now)   I'm not so manic now (not so manic now)   I'm not so manic now (not so manic now)   I'm not so manic now (not so manic now)      Because I've been up here for a while   I'm starting to feel the monotony of the tower block   I'm not so manic now   I can uphold the weight of those neighbours   And she's lifting and throwing to the wall   The post-natal harmonies of youth   When this younger man, twenty-five   Advantageously took away her pride      I'm not so manic now   I'm not so manic now   I'm not so manic now   I'm not so manic now   Not so manic now   I'm not so manic now   I'm not so manic now   Not so manic now   I'm not so manic now   I'm not so manic now   Not so manic now   I'm not so manic now   I'm not so manic now   Not so manic now