Uncle Phil - The Fuzzy End of the Stick

Get down to the fuzzy end
The fuzzy end of the stick

You're feeling good, you're doing fine
Things are how they're supposed to be
Then you're pouring blood, you spill your wine
You're stuck like a cat up a tree

Everything's dandy, everything's neat
You're a success, it's plain for all to see
Then too much brandy, you lose your feet
And you end up down here with me

We're at the fuzzy end of the stick
At the fuzzy end of the stick
This ain't no hocus-pocus
Or a leger-de-main
It's Mother Nature's nasty little trick

Finances on the level, your debts have all been paid
You're cool, calm, collected, as you can see
Then you start to unravel, your jacket cuffs are frayed
Your lawyer has you make a guilty plea

You and your spouse are happy, kids do well in school
The dog is running round all full of glee
Then you both turn snappy, your boy turns out a fool
You realise you never will be free

You're at the fuzzy end of the stick
The fuzzy end of the stick
Your money ain't no comfort when your flesh is burning off
This is the fuzzy end of the stick

Get down to the fuzzy end
The fuzzy end of the stick
Come and join me
It's nice and warm

Written by:
Phil Gray

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