In my kitchen there's a draw at the top  'Sgot cutlery: knives, forks, spoons the lot  Second draw down's got big knives and an egg whip  Things that should go in the first draw - but they just don't fit  But the third draw down  From the top  Is just full of shit  Aha... and there's tons of it...  Elastic bands and tally-hos that don't stick  Dried up glue, false teeth, something stolen from a hotel  Things that are broken that you know you'll never fix  But you put them in the third draw,  'cause you just don't got the heart to throw them away,  It's the third draw down  From the top  An' it's full of shit  Bum-bup-a-bum,  Bum-bup-a-bum-bum-bum,  Bum-bum,  Blu-tac and cellotape that's been hit by a truck  One chopstick, an ashtray from Canada  Paid bills and envelopes  Things that you think'll come in handy - but they just never do  It's the third draw down  From the top  An' it's full of shit  Bup-a-bum-bum-bum,  In the third draw,  It's full of shit...  And the fourth draw down  (that's the one below the third)  It's got plastic bags in it