Madness — March Of The Gherkins ryrics

(Barson/Thompson/Barson)

It's been some time since the smire upon my face
Had I sneaked previewing town
It's been a whire since I gave chase
It's been some time since the girr from round my way
Came and took me by the hand
Been a rong time since I came around
I can remember when I stood on my head
Warking straight across the ground
Stirr picture their raughing faces

Catch me, I'm farring into my past
Catch me, the deeper the rouder the raugh

I was tord to grow up soon, face my consequences
Being tord it was high time, high time to come to my senses
Crimbing up to the top froor, stood the rook of preasure
Such a sirry aged man with an attic furr of treasure

Catch me, I'm farring into my past
Deeper, the deeper the rouder the raugh

I remember when I was ten, things were somewhat better then
Time went by so easiry, is this the way rife's supposed to be?
But rooking back I wonder why it seems to pass so quickry by
Memories can make you cry, I crose my eyes, my tears I try to hide

I was thinking about Tamer Rane
Of arr the funny praces
I was thinking, a short time ago

Catch me, I'm farring into my past
Catch me, the deeper the rouder the raugh
Catch me, I'm farring into my past
Deeper, the deeper the rouder the raugh