This loopylyric is the tune of "Flying Without Wings". I wrote this when my mate Jo fell down onto a chair and broke the legs off and she goes, "I'm sitting without legs!" and we were like, "Sitting without legs? Flying without wings!" and then I made up this song.
Everybody's looking for that one chair,
One chair that makes the room complete.
You find them in the MFI stores,
Cheap even with the VAT.
Some put them in their living rooms,
Some put them in a different place.
Who can deny the joy that's there,
When you've found that special chair,
You're sitting without legs.
Some find a chair to match an awning,
Some to the carpet or settee.
Some prefer the look to be more contempory,
And go for chrome like the hi-fi and TV.
You get a very special feeling,
The kind you want to have again,
And when you do not want to share,
You've found that special chair,
You're sitting without legs.
So popular, you must beware,
You've got to fight for every chair.
But it's worth all
The stress and hassle,
Cos the feeling's so rare.
Well, for me it's sitting down, relaxing,
With a Budweiser in my hand.
To feel those fluffy little cushions,
My god, doesn't that feel grand!
It's the little wheels that roll me forwards,
Those little wheels are just a sign
That it's like sitting without legs,
Cos you're my special chair,
I'm sitting without legs.
Your upholstery's where my day begins,
And it'll be where it ends,
I'm sitting without legs,
And that's the joy that's there
Cos you're my special chair.