The birds are tweeting and Rafferty’s heart is beating

As he pounces on a mouse, he brings it in the house

Plays with it then crunches the bones, same sound as when eating his biccies

Craving for ciggies again, song about this been recorded

Some new records ordered, would have been record store day

Horrible virus go away, Lacertilia album review is done

Scales on piano freaking me out, D major trips me up

Rafferty been sick on my bed, which is not good says Rune

Better not start smoking again or pretty soon I will be dead