Vinnecky-Vasky

Lyrics

[Intro]
Gather round and look at the creature on the rug
Wrapped up tight like a shivering bug
She’s groaning at the sunlight, she’s cursing the tea
I’ve seen this affliction since 1850

[Verse 1]
There’s a grand old tradition of making a fuss
When the bright morning carriage comes down with a rush
You’re holding your temples, you’re pleading for dark
With a delicate thud in the beat of your heart
It’s a peculiar condition, a whimsical woe
From the cobblestone streets of a long time ago

[Chorus]
Oh, you’re feeling wonderfully Vinnecky-Vasky
Everything’s heavy and the weather is nasty
A proper Victorian state of decay
Moaning the bright golden morning away
You’ve got the 1850s drum in your head
Just a Vinnecky-Vasky bear in her bed

[Verse 2]
Back when the collars were stiff as a board
And the gin was the cheapest a gent could afford
They needed a word for the shivering mind
For the morning that follows the dandelion wine
It’s the sound of the suffering, petty and small
When the ticking clock echoes right through the wall

[Chorus]
Because you’re feeling beautifully Vinnecky-Vasky
Everything’s heavy and the weather is nasty
A proper Victorian state of decay
Moaning the bright golden morning away
You’ve got the 1850s blues in your head
Just a Vinnecky-Vasky bear in her bed

[Bridge]
We adore the complaints, the spectacular groans
The absolute tragedy deep in your bones
You fought with the night and the night won the prize
Now pull up the blanket and cover your eyes

[Outro]
Such a delicate constitution today
A true Vinnecky-Vasky
Whimper the afternoon quietly down
We'll just leave the water glass right on the chair
Try not to knock it over