Too much pressure, soak up the stress
It’s all horseplay there’s not enough rest
His life is full, it’s far from bland
With his overactive 'type A' thyroid gland
He rallies to the cry “Get off my land”
With his Land Rover tyres and his blood red hands
If it all breaks down, don’t force it, Nick
Or the wind will change and your face will stick

Always have a kind heart - Always have a strong heart
Always have a good heart - Nothing can go wrong

It’s country life, it’s English too
From the cows to the dairy the dairy to you
Whaley’s marriage has all turned sour
He sobbed to the world on Women’s Hour
Draft a tin pot army no expenses paid
It’s out of shape, won’t make the grade
When it all breaks down, don’t force it Nick
Or the wind will change and your face will stick

Always have a kind heart - Always have a strong heart
Always have a good heart - Nothing can go wrong

Nick rode out full battle cry
The pains in his chest shot down his side
His four-wheel drive makeshift hearse
While the ransom notes swell the hunt purse
At Petworth kennels they laid him on a slab
Tendered with a mallet dunked him in a vat
Now bloated and blue with his hands all bound
He’ll hang from the walls ‘til he’s fed to the hounds

Always have a kind heart - Always have a strong heart
Always have a good heart - Nothing can go wrong

Nick Fawcett’s heart has given up
Nick Fawcett’s heart has given up
Can’t take the pace
Well it all boils down to social incompetence
Coupled with in-bred ignorance

Nick Fawcett’s heart has given up