ANGRY (Pratt) I don't like being angry But sometimes I get that way Sometimes I lose my temper And all my inhibitions slip away I guess I'm only human But what kind of feeble excuse is that For surely I'm a creature of reason So tell me why is it that Chorus: I get angry, I feel like I have to shout And I just don't care What the neighbours think I've got to let this anger come out I can only take so much and then I blow my top My chin begins to wiggle And my temperature reaches boiling hot And then out slips a swear word Or possibly even seven or eight And everybody looks astounded And wonders what's come over me because ... Chorus "Don't you shout at me" my wife screams "I'm not shouting" I reply Then as my voice gets louder My wife begins to cry Oh why do women always blubber When I'm in a nark "Oh don't start crying that's all I need" Is my next cutting sarcastic little remark Chorus But when the storm is over and I've had my shout I always feel such an idiot It's always soft little things we argue about So what's the point in arguing When we are all rational human beings And what's the point in shouting Just because we don't agree So next time you are angry Just remember this song And when you feel your temperature rising Just sing along Chorus Adrian: Acoustic Guitar and vocal Audience: Giggling and clapping (Recorded live at St. Mary's Church, Upton, Wirral. November 1983) PROVERBS 15:18