Keppie Coutts: Music

• MP3 play whole song, hi-fi (broadband)
• MP3 play whole song, lo-fi (modem)

I am secretly startled by the silly shit I seem to do
With alarming frequency
I could be strutting my stuff down the side of the street
When I find my feet trippin’ me to the ground

I was so sure you were waving in my direction
Until I turned around…

I’m a slap-stick chick
I gotta laugh at the stuff that drags me down
I’m the clown in this comedy
It keeps me out of my head
Fixed instead on how I feel
Yeah. It keeps me real
Coz I’m a slap-stick chick

Well you and me tried our hands at beginners Karate
Until I swung my foot straight into your head
And we laughed until your nose has bled all that it could
Yeah we should probably sit this one out

I was so sure of my athletic talents
But I got no sense of balance…

I’m a slap-stick chick
I gotta laugh at the stuff that drags me down
I’m the clown in this comedy
It keeps me out of my head
Fixed instead on how I feel
Yeah. It keeps me real

We’ll drink until our vision is blurred
Toast to the absurd

I’m a slap-stick chick
I gotta laugh at the stuff that drags me down
I’m the clown in this comedy
It keeps me out of my head
Fixed instead on how I feel
Yeah. It keeps me real
Coz I’m a slap-stick chick