A shrine to cobwebs
Clutter everywhere
Sawdust floating in the air
Oh I love me owd dusty shed
Me missus says I should make a bed
My second home
Is me owd dusty shed
Well one day
When I'm owd an grey
I’ll set too an have a dust
If I can just break through that crust
Well that day came
But its still the same
Try as I must
I just couldn't part with all that dust
