Lyrics

Hardly Rocket Science

You got sprung by Miss Nightingale
She was at her breaking point
She had mopped your naked fevered brow
As your batman you did anoint
He was trying to be Mr Kissenger
You did whine about missing her
You have always brought your axe to grind
Little wonder she has lost her mind

Now you're asking me what's her problem
After you come laid out on the line
I say can't you work out the answer
It's hardly rocket science
Hardly rocket science

You always got yourself an aching head
She got paracetamol
She's always rummaging through the draw
Cause you're obsessional
You're gonna tell her fifty more times
About your problems
Can't you now see that you're driving her
Beyond oblivion



Now you're asking me what's her problem
After you come laid out on the line
I say can't you work out the answer
It's hardly rocket science
Hardly rocket science

You say you're working like a draft horse
Straining at the halter
I say you just got to shoulder it
Don't come here and falter
Be like a Hillary on Everest
Go and knock the blighter off
We don't need to hear about it
Better you just shrug it off

Now you're asking me what's her problem . .

You go shaking all your heads at once
And badger your batman
He's gripping on to your coat tails
We say he's a slime ball
You got raising eyes behind your back
Cause you're high maintenance
You wonder why Florence took a rain check
Go get out the whiteboard