Those Sphexish Blues

From Michael Quinion's excellent newsletter, Worldwidewords, to which I subscribe, I learn that 'sphexish', from the Greek for a wasp, means behaving in a robotic, predetermined way, 'trapped within invisible, intangible, but inescapable boundaries of mental space'.

I hear that chocolate sponge cake call to me.
Oh yeah, I hear that chocolate sponge cake call to me.
Don't wanna grow that gut, don't wanna saggy butt, but
I hear that chocolate sponge cake call to me.

I need to do some work and earn my pay.
Oh boy, I need to do some work and earn my pay.
Don't wanna be a slouch, just lie here on this couch,
I need to do some work and earn my pay.

I oughta stretch and crunch and work those abs.
I s'pose I oughta stretch and crunch and work those abs.
Just old and weak and grey, I'm gonna die this way,
I oughta stretch and crunch and work those abs.

Could grab that pen and start to write that book.
I could just grab that pen and get on with that book.
My head's so stuffed with words, could feed 'em to the birds,
Should grab that pen and start to write that book.

Oh Lord in heaven, when will I be free?
Oh Lord in heaven, when will I be free?
Why don't I get to choose, to dump these sphexish blues —
Oh Lord in heaven, when will I be free?



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