I just do not understand
I thought there’d be a helping hand
A proper strong supporting arm
To keep you, darling, out of harm
But everything that you might have expected
To be there for you’s gone and legged it
Gone and left you here defenceless
Leaving life to beat you senseless

This ain’t my idea of
the “Protection of the Gods”
Who seem fine at making buses run on time
And all kinds of trivial odds and sods
As long as it is light work
They’re solid as a rock
But if there’s struggle, off they scuffle
Into their holes like a cuckoo into a clock

If you were down to break your legs
I thought you’d stub your toe instead
If you were down for being mugged
Your microwave might self-destruct
If you were down for being shat-on
You’d walk out with a wide-brimmed hat on
And if you walked beneath their ladders
The workmen would not void their bladders

This was my idea of
the “Protection of the Gods”
Who seem fine at making buses run on time
And all kinds of trivial odds and sods
As long as it is light work
They’re solid as a rock
But if there’s struggle, off they scuffle
Into their holes like a cuckoo into a clock