ANGRY (Pratt)

I don't like being angry
But sometimes I get that way
Sometimes I lose my temper
And all my inhibitions slip away
I guess I'm only human
But what kind of feeble excuse is that
For surely I'm a creature of reason
So tell me why is it that

Chorus: I get angry, I feel like I have to shout
And I just don't care
What the neighbours think
I've got to let this anger come out

I can only take so much and then I blow my top
My chin begins to wiggle
And my temperature reaches boiling hot
And then out slips a swear word
Or possibly even seven or eight
And everybody looks astounded
And wonders what's come over me because ...

Chorus

"Don't you shout at me" my wife screams
"I'm not shouting" I reply
Then as my voice gets louder
My wife begins to cry
Oh why do women always blubber
When I'm in a nark
"Oh don't start crying that's all I need"
Is my next cutting sarcastic little remark

Chorus

But when the storm is over and I've had my shout
I always feel such an idiot
It's always soft little things we argue about
So what's the point in arguing
When we are all rational human beings
And what's the point in shouting
Just because we don't agree
So next time you are angry
Just remember this song
And when you feel your temperature rising
Just sing along

Chorus

Adrian: Acoustic Guitar and vocal Audience: Giggling and clapping

(Recorded live at St. Mary's Church, Upton, Wirral. November 1983)

PROVERBS 15:18