Even the odd one out is in with a shout.
Weather the term and weather the storm
the clumsy climb and the elegant fall, oh
Even the odd one out is in with a shout.
Riffs 1 and 2
That may be the story, that may be the lie
But with great ease and with the pole greased it's down you slide
Riff3 x2
Must you protest til you're blue in the face
Even the odd one, even the odd one
Or blue in the blood
Riffs 1 and 2
An ugly greed is the sole need on a fragile high
Well I can't breathe and just can't seem to acclimatise
( *funky part * I think this is close to right )
ohh, that song, coming back to me now,
I fell to the ground and slowly came round and you stood over me.
I didn't climb any trees then, I'm not climbing them now.