Intensive Care

I’ve just been beaten-up by a ted, because of our song «Elvis is dead «He rearranged my teeth though he weren’t a dentist, I would have run away but I
was a bit pissed
Intensive, intensive care, I’m in intensive care
He pushed me up against a brick wall, then he kicked me around like I was a
football
He kicked me in the face then he trod on my head, and then he ran away 'cos he
thought I was dead
I tried to get up though I was bleeding and bruised, I shouldn’t have bothered
'cos I met bad news
Around the corner were another three, and they all kicked the shit out of me