A rap (sort of) – but not on the knuckles – for those in chronic pain…

Make it real

Remembering Ian Dury (1942-2000)

Build me a butty

(fry the bacon

fill me up)

Hand me the pills

(hate the flavour

gulp them down)

Push me to putty

(play the music

turn it up)

Help me walk hills

(climb through torture

feel let down)

Up

down

spin me around

Tell me you’ll cure me

and make it real

Help me be frisky

(feign my comfort

buckle down)

Hand me the cream

(smooth my aching

lift me up)

Pour me a whisky

(take your time now

come on down)

Build me a dream

(brighten the world

give it up)

Up

down

spin me around

Tell me you’ll cure me

and make it real

Up the creek

Down and dirty

Up and about

Down and out

Lighten up

Knuckle down

The game is up

So knock me down

I’m coming up roses

So lead me down

the garden path

Up

down

spin me around

Tell me you’ll cure me

and make it real

Up

down

spin me around

Tell me you’ll cure me

and make it real

Make it heal