Sitting on the gra**
Pa**ing my time away
Sitting under the bridge
When the train came
How was I supposed to know?
That the chemist was closed
How was I supposed to know?
That the chemist was closed
Thinking about my indigestion
But I'm ok
Talking to my best friend
He eats hay
And when I look at the blue sky
I think its going to rain
But when the chemist opens
They'll relieve my pain
I think of my indigestion
And everything's ok
Now the chemists open
Everything's ok
I got my prescription
And the indigestion went away