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lirik lagu victoria wood - count your blessings

when i’m feeling lousy
when lousy’s what i feel
i give myself a lecture
i do myself a deal
i sing this little number
i tra-la-la this verse
i say, however lousy
things could be worse

i could be on safari getting trampled by a rhino
i could be in my bare feet stood on icy lino
i could be dying
i could be dead
could be 6 foot 8
and keep banging my head
i could!

i could be an early christian being eaten by a lion
i could be a little crumple getting flattened by an iron
i could have mumps
i could have flu
i could be a giant panda
and have to eat bamboo
i could!

i could be nervous policeman with a faulty walkie-talkie
i could be a lorry driver who hates the taste of yorkie
i could have dry skin
i could have split ends
i could be a deep sea diver
having trouble with the bends
i could, i could
and it would not be good

so i say:

count your blessings, count them one by one
you’ve forgotten when the sun last shone
count your blessings up before you curse
’cause other people have it much, much worse

uh oh oh oh
uh oh oh oh

could have a morbid fear of mothb-lls or a similar neurosis
could be awfully outgoing with dreadful halitosis
i could be hit
i could be thumped
i could be a sofa cushion
that is regularly plumped
i could!

i could be playing poker and not know when someone’s bluffing
i could be a taxidermist who’s just run out of stuffing
i could be dim
i could be cr-ss
i could have a log fire
that’s really gas
i could!

i could wear sleeveless frocks i look particularly drab in
i could be on a diet and work in th-rnton’s chocolate kabin
i could be in a cage
i could be in a hutch
could be stranded in the netherlands
without a word of dutch
i could, i could
and it would not be good

so i say:

count your blessings while you’ve got the chance
lose your gloom and let the sun advance
count your blessings up and you’ll be glad
’cause other people have it really bad

uh oh oh oh
uh oh oh oh

i could have nasty lodgers and never get them shifted
i could have famous bosoms and be forced to have them lifted
i could get locked in
i could get locked out
i could do the hokey-c0key
have to shake it all about
i could!

i could be a rubber planter drinking gin in kuala lumpur
i could get caught in safeways with a chicken up my jumper
i could be duped
i could be tricked
i could be a lolly
and i could get l!cked
i could!

i could be a little hedgehog trying to cross the highway
i could be frank sinatra getting sick to death of “my way”
i could be too cold
i could be too hot
i could be permanently knackered
like selina scott
i could, i could
and it would not be good

so i say:

count your blessings ’cause it’s worth your while
count your blessings and you’ll have to smile
other people have it really rough
so count your blessings till you’ve got enough

- lirik lagu victoria wood

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