They come from underneath the stairs
Into my room but no-one cares
They're on the bus and on the train
They're knocking on my window pane.
Oh mother telephone the nurse
Can't you see it's getting worse
I close my eyes yet still it seems
Everybody in my dreams,
Gubba look-A-likes Gubba look-A-likes.
I wake up screaming in the hall
I didn't mean to wake at all
I run and lock the bathroom door
Turn on the taps and out they pour.
Through all the villages and towns
A thousand sandy coloured clowns
I try and escape down private drives
And then I reach the Reader's Wives.
Gubba look-A-likes Gubba look-A-likes.
In order to fling off this curse, I spend all day drinking in
Diverse taverns, with smarmy acrobats and balding senators.
But after a while they too adopt the likeness and begin to breed like
town pigs.
As a drunken lump I fall into a state of blissful unconsciousness
But the moment is fleeting and I awake once more in despair
And in my final agonies believe myself lost.
Gubba look-A-likes Gubba look-A-likes.
In every film and every play, on every public right of way
On every flag I see unfurled, on all the grounds in all the world
The one-armed bandits in the bar, in the back of every car
And even on my dying day they'll refuse to go away
When I walk towards the light something somewhere won't be right
And what was once my Uncle Keith says there'll never be relief
And we'll go on and on and on and on and on.
Gubba look-A-likes Gubba look-A-likes.
