I?m counting all the steps right back to you   Little twig, you are a figment of me   Or is it you?      Your bicycle makes trouble for us all   You got no brakes, yeah, you got the shakes   And little boys, well, they drop their toys   When you fly past, yes, they do      The art of living well is not just choice   It?s down to luck and who you trust   Oh little twig, you do trust well   Yeah, you do trust well   Yeah, you do trust well      Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do   Do, do, do, do, do, do, do   Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do   Do, do, do, do, do, do, do      Seagulls on the roof have kept me wide   Awake and pale in case I fail   To sleep again, to dream of you   To take my turn on some thing new      Mudguard in a flap and chain is slack   Oh little twig, you rattle past   Like a can of nails on an angel's tail   Yes, you do, yes, you do      Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do   Do, do, do, do, do, do, do   Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do   Do, do, do, do, do, do, do      Sunday morning papers say you failed   To make it through, oh little twig   Can this be true? Can this be true?   Can this be true? Can this be true?