1.Saddle Up
Lyricist：Peter John Hobbs, Jonathan Mark Owens
It's time to get back on the road
Saddle up, saddle up, get ready to go
I've got a silly idea
I wanna do something weird
I've got a donkey we can ride
I've got a suitcase full of sparkling wine
I wanna have some fun
Before we go over the hill
I know there is a big scary
World out there just waiting for me
And it's time for us to saddle up
All I wanna do is settle down
Settle down and find my tune
Somewhere nice and quiet
Where I could show vegetables
I might not be a success
But if I make you happy I guess
That's more than I ever could have hoped for
I know there is a big scary
World out there just waiting for me
And it's time for us to saddle up
I know there is a big scary
World out there just waiting for me
And I didn't want to grow up
But I was just so afraid of
Being left behind by everyone
2.Balloon On A Broken String
I'm not a boy
I'm a big fat balloon
Flapping in the wind
Floating over the treetops
On a broken string
I've never been tied down
To anything
Because I'm free
I suppose I can go
Where I want to go
I drift carelessly on a summer breeze
I bounce above the trees
I try to be cheerful
But I can feel myself deflating all the time
Up in the sky
Because I'm a balloon
On a broken string
I'm not attached to anyone or anything anymore
Oh oh oh, shooby doo, tra la la
I'm sad and alone
But you'd never know it to look at me
I look ever so happy up here by myself
But I wish sometimes I looked the way I felt
Because I'm a balloon
On a broken string
I don't belong to anyone or anything anymore
Anymore
I'm a balloon on a broken string
I'm not attached to anyone or anything
I'm a balloon on a broken string
I don't belong to anyone or anything
And I know I look shiny and bouncy
But I'm all empty inside
And I won't even (？)
And if I was to just burst suddenly
Then nobody would even notice me
I know I look shiny and bouncy
But I'm all empty inside
And I won't even
And if I was to just burst suddenly
Then nobody would even notice me
I know I look shiny and bouncy
But I'm all empty inside
And I won't even
And if I was to just burst suddenly
Then nobody would even notice me
I know I look shiny and bouncy
But I'm all empty inside
And I won't even
And if I was to just burst suddenly
Then nobody would even notice me
3.When Life Gives Me Lemons I Make Lemonade
Lyricist：Peter John Hobbs, Johnathan Owens
I've been up, I've been down
I've always got my head in the clouds
Hoping that I could find
One of them that's silver-lined
I don't care, it could rain
All it wants on my parade
Because when life gives me
Lemons I make lemonade
Lemons I make lemonade
I got a bucket, filled it with raindrops
Then I put it in the fridge
And now whenever the sun is shining
I make rainbows out of it
I've always been a hopeless romantic
Things don't always go my way
But there's not a lot you can do with lemons
Except make them into lemonade, lemonade, lemonade
I've been up, I've been down
I've always got my head in the clouds
Hoping that I could find
One of them that's silver-lined
I don't care, it could rain
All it wants on my parade
Because when life gives me
Lemons I make lemonade
Lemons I make lemonade
I wake up every morning feeling sad
And I sleep with the light on
Sometimes you go to places in your dreams
That are hard to get back from
And I don't know what it is I'm afraid of
I just know that I'm afraid
But there's not a lot you can do with lemons
Except make them into lemonade, lemonade, lemonade
I've been up, I've been down
I've always got my head in the clouds
Hoping that I could find
One of them that's silver-lined
I don't care, it could rain
All it wants on my parade
Because when life gives me
Lemons I make lemonade
Lemons I make lemonade
4.I Box Up All The Butterflies
Lyricist：Peter John Hobbs, Jonathan Mark Owens
I find it difficult to relax in the summertime
With all the flowers in bloom I creep across the countryside
With my net and my bait and a pocketful of bailer twine
I break the promises I made as I box up all the butterflies
I ruin everything as I sit in a field of grass
In the spring listening to the beat of it's little heart
And to its wings struggling for air under an upturned glass
And I put a pin through its wings
And I bottle it up, I box it up and bury it in my heart
Just as I know my friends I also know my enemies
Are the birds and the bees and my own little insecurities
I creep around in the dark and I tear up all the dandelions
And I break my own heart as I box up all the butterflies
Tirelessly following its tiny butterfly tracks
Across the field in the spring with a plastic carrier bag
Full of fish, hooks and string I lay a little matchbox trap
And I put pin through its wings
And I bottle it up, I box it up and bury it in my heart
I folded up its furry wings
And opened up its little heart
It might sound stupid
But something about it made me want to pull it apart
I ruin everything as I sit in a field of grass
In the spring listening to the beat of its little heart
And to its wings struggling for air under an upturned glass
And I put a pin through its wing
And I bottle it up, I box it up and bury it in my heart
5.Boy With Two Hearts
Something grew out of nothing at all
The way things sometimes do
It grew so big that before I knew it
It had outgrown me and you
I am the boy with two hearts
I am the boy with two hearts
And there is only so far
I can be stretched before I come apart
I know I'm not much fun to be with
But you love me all the same
And some day hopefully I can just go back to being myself again
I am the boy with two hearts
I am the boy with two hearts
And there is only so far
I can be stretched before I come apart
I am the boy with two hearts
I am the boy with two hearts
And there is only so far
I can be stretched before I come apart
6.Stringing Up Conkers
Lyricist：Peter John Hobbs, Jonathan Mark Owens
I sit around in my pajamas
Eating pear drops and stringing up conkers
And if I want to feel something
I stick pencils up my nose
I just want to change the world
In whatever little way I can
I feel too fat to go to the gym
So I sit at home and watch keep fit videos
Sometimes I feel
Like I'm banging my head against a brick wall
But I just want to change the world
In whatever little way I can, way I can, way I can, way I can
There is no point to doing anything at all
But I still want to change the world
In whatever little way I can
7.Boy Least Likely To Is A Machine
I made a machine
Called the boy least likely to
It feeds me shortbread biscuits and it
Makes my little dreams come true
It thinks for me
And everything I used to do it does for me
It's made of aluminium
And it runs off pencil batteries
I know that it makes me happy
But something about it frightens me
I made a machine
To make my life easier
But it's made it more complicated
Than it ever was before
I programmed it
To simulate the feelings that I used to get
It reads me bedtime stories and it
Makes me feel human again
It doesn't hurt to understand
What it's doing; and it does everything
A human being can
It stores my thoughts and feelings
In its data banks
I tell it things when I'm feeling sad
Sometimes it's the only
Real friend that I have
And that's what makes me sad
I made a machine
Called the boy least likely to
It has lots of switches and buttons
But I don't know what they do
I know it can't
Understand the intricacies of my heart
But when I cuddle up to it
It comes to life in my arms
I know that it makes me happy
But something about it frightens me
8.Whiskers
Lyricist：Peter John Hobbs, Johnathan Owens
Sitting on a broken dream
And memories are what might have been
Biscuit crumbs and bird seed in his
Whiskers, Whiskers, Whiskers
Even though he never went to war
He still felt something worth fighting for
But no one else ever cared as much as
Whiskers, Whiskers, Whiskers
Whiskers, Whiskers, Whiskers
He sits in the moonlight
On top of the hill
Playing a penny whistle
And picking thistles out of his kilt
He rubs his paws together
And it begins to snow
As he counts up all the Christmas lights
In the village down below
He sits around the campfire
And licks at his wounds
Staring sadly back
At his reflection in a spoon
We used to want the same things
When we were growing up
But somewhere along the way
I started hoping for too much
I found his little plastic shield
Chewed up on the battlefield
And I knew then I'd never make a friend again like
Whiskers, Whiskers, Whiskers
Whiskers, Whiskers, Whiskers
Whiskers, Whiskers, Whiskers
Whiskers, Whiskers, Whiskers
9.Every Goliath Has Its David
Lyricist：Peter John Hobbs, Jonathan Mark Owens
I've got a little bag of marbles and a catapult
Wound around my fingers and I feel very small
But I could make myself big if I wanted to
There is nothing courageous about anything I do
I'm trying to balance on an upturned milk crate
As I fumble with my catapult
And my hands are trembling as I try to aim it
But every Goliath has it's David
And I know Kung-Fu and I'm not afraid of you
'Cause I might be small but I'm not a coward
I've got puppy powers that I'm not afraid to use
My fists are balled up in my pockets of my anorak
And I've got a peashooter hidden behind my back
All I need to do is sit and wait to be attacked
If I thought that it would make me happy then I would
Tie a handkerchief to a stick and surrender
But that isn't what I want to do
I will never live up to my expectations
Every Goliath has it's David
And I know Kung-Fu and I'm not afraid of you
'Cause I might be small but I'm not a coward
I've got puppy powers that I'm not afraid to use
I'm trying to balance on an upturned milk crate
As I fumble with my catapult
And my hands are trembling as I try to aim it
But every Goliath has it's David
And I know Kung-Fu and I'm not afraid of you
'Cause I might be small but I'm not a coward
I've got puppy powers that I'm not afraid to use
10.Nature Of The Boy Least Likely To
It's always been in my nature
I am at my happiest
Sitting out on the cricket pitch
Eating broken lolly sticks
And raisins covered in chocolate
It's always been in my nature
It is just a bugabear
It tags along with me everywhere
It pinches me and it pulls my hair
And it giggles
And flicks my ears as it pokes fun at me
It nibbles at my fingernails
While I'm asleep
I sit on a swing seat in the breeze
Watching the leaves fall off the trees
And even though it looks sad to me
Nature always dies so beautifully
It's always been in my nature
It is just the way it is
I sink it and it resurfaces
It scratches at my bandages
And it wriggles over all my calluses and sores
It tickles but it doesn't hurt me anymore
The flowers stick out their tongues at me
Scrabbling around on my hands and knees
As I pick up all the fallen leaves
And try to glue them back onto the trees
I try to glue them back onto the trees
11.I Keep Myself To Myself
Lyricist：Peter John Hobbs, Jonathan Mark Owens
I keep myself to myself and no one else
Knows how it feels to be me and I'm all by myself
I've got a tick and a twitch for everything
The world is made up of boxes that I don't fit in
Sometimes when I look up
At the stars I feel so alone
Because I know that no one can ever
See the world the same way that I do
I am afraid of falling in love so
I keep myself to myself
I want a cookie and I need a hug
But I keep myself to myself
I keep myself to myself
And when I'm sad
I comfort myself with thinking
That no one understands
Sometimes I dig through the shells
At a low tide I wonder if anything
Fragile could ever survive
In this world without getting broken
I am afraid of things that can hurt
So I keep myself to myself
I feel completely alone in the world
And I keep myself to myself, to myself
And so wherever I go
I wear my heart uncomfortably on my sleeve
I put my elbows up over my ears
And I keep myself to myself
I close my eyes and the world disappears
And I keep myself to myself
I'll never be lonely when I am alone
And I keep myself to myself
I live in a little world of my own
And I keep myself to myself, to myself
I keep myself to myself
I keep myself to myself, to myself
12.The Worm Forgives The Plough
Lyricist：Peter John Hobbs, Jonathan Mark Owens
In my heart I can still feel
Every turn of the tractor wheel
Budded furrows cut across the hillside
Over the fields in the sunshine
And it hurt but I still grew
With every clumsy punch I threw
Up in anger at the empty summer sky
I saw the world from the underside
And when the worm began to turn
As it squirmed in the palm of my hand
I began to understand
Why it is the worm forgives the plough
In my heart I can still feel
Every turn of the tractor wheel
As we cower in the shadow of the plow
Chewing us up and spitting us out
As we fall our way back down
Into the earth and underground
I discover that even a little worm
Has its ways of taking revenge on the world
And when the worm began to turn
As it squirmed in the palm of my hand
I began to understand
Why it is the worm forgives the plough
Why it is the worm forgives the plough
13.A Fairytale Ending
Lyricist：Peter John Hobbs, Jonathan Mark Owens
When I was young I was valiant and bold
I fought off dragons and wrestled with trolls
I was stupid but I was brave
I'm still as stupid as I was before
And now though I'm not that young anymore
I'm still valiant in my own little way
Limping off into the sunset
With our tails between our legs
Remembering how it all started
And wondering if this is the way that my fairytale ends
I still remember how gallant I felt
In a suit of armor that I made myself
Out of tinfoil and milk bottle tops
I guess that I'm just like everyone else
I find it difficult to be myself
So I pretend to be something I'm not
In the end everything has to
Turn back into pumpkins and flowers
I wish that it didn't have to
And I'm wondering if this is the way that my fairytale ends
Ends, ends, ends
Limping off into the sunset
With our tails between our legs
Muttering quietly to myself
And wondering if this is the way that my fairytale ends
Ends, ends, ends
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