There's a lump on my head 'bout the size of my fist I think I must've got it when I was paralytic pissed There's a crack in my skull where the rain gets in I lost a pair of pliers tryin' to get 'em in There's a space in my brain where my life was led 'Bout as big as the door on my old tin shed But I still love my dog (He's a big one!) Shall I laugh? Shall I cry? Shall I stand in a line? To get a trolley full of products I'd be proud to call mine Shall I sleep, shall I dream of a place that is good? Or wake up to a reality of lino and wood Shall I sit in my chair watching Lange and all Or go to South America and have me a ball Well I still love my dog (He's a cracker!)