My wounds are nicely slated dear 
I never got to thank you right 
I was finished way before I could see 
Quite what you had in mind for me 

I'm doing cartwheels 

Now the pessimism in me yawns 
As I'm [bad word] on their perfect front lawns 
voice calls out behind my back 
And I take off into the grounds 

I'm doing Cartwheels 

It'll all tie me up into knots 

I didn't mean to speak out of turn 
Now you can sit and watch me squirm 
Now the party's really in full swing 
I wish i had a friend I could ring 

I'm doing cartwheels 

You're really loving this aren't you dear 
Now you've got me on the ropes out here 
With nowhere else [bad word] to now 
Just stay and face the music 

It'll all tie me up into knots