A boy in
Burnley, he was 11,
told us about the trouble he kept falling into.
He said he was always getting himself worked up,
largely because of his brother.
Brother, brother, brother, brother,
brother, brother, brother.
When he takes my, when he takes my,
when he takes my things without permission, he gets me maddened.
Once I chased af ter him and he threw me
back down the ditch and ran away
If I'm chasing
him and he escapes from me
The madness keeps on until I get
him later on in the day
The madness keeps on until
I get him later on in the day
I do, I do, I do, I do being mad
I do, I do, I do, like being mad
I don't like being mad,
but I suppose everybody gets mad once in a lifetime.
I don't like being mad, but I everybody gets mad once in
a lifetime.
Is there anything that you hate?
Mashed potatoes.
Mashed potatoes.
Mashed potatoes.