Bound for somewhere down the road With a heavy load on this ever-racing mind Too much cooking on my stove I've stewed myself a traffic jam inside And there's a junction up ahead, I'm trying to read the signs But this traffic's made me blind And I'm a scientist with far too many metaphors And far too little data to conclude in time And you, you are the indecision maker You, you are the path unknown And I, I am the great procrastinator Pondering my way home I've been busy as a beaver And I'll be damned if I don't ease the flow My big fish'll pass me by If I don't make my mind up damn pronto So I took a hike on Offa's Dyke With a song stuck in my head and a blister on my toe I left my baggage on the bed Brought my cobwebs into England, they must blow And you, you are the mystery tour enlister You, you are the sights untold And I, I am the great procrastinator Stalling in the road And you, you are the problem instigator You, you are the cryptic code And I, I am the great procrastinator Puzzling on my own Oh I, I am the great procrastinator Squandering chances as I roam I am the great procrastinator Pondering my way home Okay, I think you'll know this one Thank you, one last time Thank you so much for coming And for all of your support over the years This is a song about rolling down hills in hamster balls It's called Zorbing