I'll Manage Somehow Lyrics

Catch the bus by half past three
Otherwise you'll find you're walking home
The forecast is for rain
Two weeks in an awkwars squeeze
He just ignores the phone and turns
The t.v. up when he gets in

My favourite thing has gone away
And I know it won't be easy now-but i'll manage somehow
I stole his shoes and ran away
Trying jolly hard to see if we can catch him round the bend
Oh no!