From the album Benches

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Lyrics

Somebody Called Me An Onion

Somebody called me an onion. I think I liked it.
Somebody called me an onion. I’ll be good, good, good for you.
(Thick skin, thick skin, then thin, thin, thin, and thin again,
thick skin, thick skin, then thin, thin, thin, and thin again.)

Revelations in a new relationship.
A little patience, and hear the good stuff slip.
Skeletons rattle, but I won’t skidaddle.
Come for a ride on the elephant in the room.

Somebody called me an onion. I think I liked it.
Somebody called me an onion. It didn’t make me cry.
Somebody called me an onion, though aren’t we all?
Somebody called me an onion, I’ll be good, good for you.
(Thick skin, thick skin, then thin, thin, thin, and thin again,
thick skin, thick skin, then thin, thin, thin, and thin again)

Fascination with the beauty of loose lips.
Imagination to colour in the rude bits.
Excess baggage? Celebrate the damage.
Come on take a ride on the elephant in the room.

It could be as short lived as a cracker hat,
or as long as the tail of a manx cat.
If I’m going to get rumbled down the line,
my laundry’s hanging out there to dry.

(Thick skin, then thin again)
I’ll be good, good, good for you.