Manic Depression (Jimi) Songtext
von Ian Dury & the Blockheads

The mind is a very precious flower
That finds itself a-strangling′mongst the weeds
The cause and effect
Is what you might expect
And going round the bend is where it meets
The elephant provides the ivory tower
He's better left to wander to and fro
Jumbo′s got no chance
When the poacher doth advance
With a ghastly poisoned arrow in his bow
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sometimes it all falls into place
Other times it splashes in your face
On occasion, grafting wins the day
Usually wearing self-away
Is this fair?
We ask ourselves, as we get our headaches, bad backs, complaints
Is this fair, my little ones?
Is this fair?
Oh no, it fucking ain't


But it's the way the cribble crumbles
It′s the law of the jungle
Be reliable and humble
You′ll be pecced if you bungle
A merry-making catchall phrase
20Th century malaise
It's on everybody′s lips
I'm afraid you′ve had your chips
Manic depression, manic depression
It's not a pleasant fuck, a pleasant pluck
Manic depression, manic depression
It′s a hole full of soap, a soul full of hope
Manic depression, manic depression
Life is all a bloody rush, a ruddy blush
Manic depression, manic depression
Memories are shooting hip, hoot and shit
But it's the way the cribble crumbles
It's the law of the jungle
Be reliable and humble
You′ll be pecced if you bungle
A merry-making catchall phrase
20Th century malaise
It′s on everybody's lips
I′m afraid you've had your chips
Manic depression, manic depression
It′s not a pleasant fuck, a pleasant pluck
Manic depression, manic depression
Life's a soul full of hope, hope full of soap
Manic depression, manic depression
Life is such a bloody rush, a ruddy blush
Manic depression, manic depression
Memories are shooting hip, hoot and shit