Head Exploding In the morning my head explodes All I do is sneeze and sniff The pollen bounces and blows Eyes all red, like I've been toking a spliff If my wedding is a summer scene I'll be sneezing a lot My vale will have to be yellowy green to camoflague the snot Sting went running in the fields of corn and the fields of barley I can't even run on a short cut lawn else my nose will be all runny God evented fun in the sun then hayfever to go with it I'll give it to God he's got a sense of humour but he really was a git