Oliver Postgate

Wasting time is one of my sins
Reinventing an art masochist
Touching up all the dogs in the dark
Who knew colour correlation’s are art?
When I find I’m on my own again
I think of my mum and dad
'cos I’m not quite the same person I was
But I feel fine
'cos the core, is still mine
Well it’s hard to say but walk away
'cos it’s terminal
To say what you want to say
Well it’s hard to say but walk away
'cos it’s terminal
To say what you want to say
When I find I’m on my own again
Il think of my mum and dad
'cos I’m not quite the same person I was
But I feel fine
'cos the core, is still mine
Hold on Ross you’re not alone
Hold on Ross you’re not alone
Hold on Ross you’re not alone
Hold on Ross you’re not alone
Hold on Ross you’re not alone
(Arbitrary thoughts they end in tones and mellow-tones express them)
Hold on Ross you’re not alone
(Arbitrary thoughts they end in tones and mellow-tones express them)
Hold on Ross you’re not alone
(Arbitrary thoughts they end in tones and mellow-tones express them)
Hold on Ross you’re not alone
Hold on Ross you’re not alone
Hold on Ross you’re not alone