Текст: Fran Healy. Wreckorder. Fly In The Ointment.

I was on my wall
Minding my own business
When a man walk up to me
And he said "Hey don't fall
And anyways
What's a nice guy like you doing sitting on the wall?"
And I said
"I don't like flies in my ointment
And that's what you are
You'll make me late for my appointment
Late for my appointment with my best friend in the bar"

Well I was down on the ground
Minding my own business when a snail slid up to me
And he said "Hey, slow down
And anyways, you ain't got no business rushing around"
And I said
"Stop acting like a fly in my ointment
Cause that's what you are
You'll make me late for my appointment
Late for my appointment with my best friend in the bar"

I was high in the sky
Minding my own business when a jumbo jet flew by
And all the people inside
Staring out the window giving me the evil eye
And I said
" I feel like a fly in the ointment
And I don't know why
Please help me I'm late for my appointment
Late for my appointment with my best friend in the bar
He's waiting in the bar
He's waiting in the bar"

(Merci a nighttiming pour cettes paroles)