The cure for depression lyrics

My mate Mike’s been feeling down
And I tried to show support
But with all his whingeing and keeping on
It’s much harder than I thought

There’s a stigma surrounding mental health
And now I can see why
All the doom, gloom and joylessness
Is getting right up my Jap’s eye

I caught Mike up the loft hatch
With his dressing gown belt
I said to him that’s not the solution
I’ve got the solution and this is how it’s spelt

L.A.G.E.R.

Cos I’ve got a cure for depression
It’s gotta be worth a punt
Get yourself out on a session
And cheer up you miserable cunt
Cheer up you miserable cunt
Cheer up you miserable cunt
Cheer up you miserable cunt
Cheer up you miserable cunt

He doesn’t want to come down the pub
He doesn’t want to leave his flat
I tried taking him a wankmag round
He didn’t even smile at that

I arranged for him to see a counsellor
Which he said that he was dreading
I said, It’ll do you good to to talk to someone else
Cos you’re doing my fucking head in

Caring for someone with depression
Is more demanding than you’d think
All that despondence and hopelessness
Really makes you need a drink

Of L.A.G.E.R.

Cos I’ve got a cure for depression
It’s gotta be worth a punt
Get yourself out on a session
And cheer up you miserable cunt

It’s no use laying around the house
Sulking and moping
There’s pubs and clubs with ladies there
Whose frontbottoms need groping
Everyone has times
When they feel a little down
So come on, give your nob a wash
And we’ll go out on the town

For a pint of L.A.G.E.R.

Cos I’ve got a cure for depression
It’s gotta be worth a punt
Get yourself out on a session
And cheer up you miserable cunt
Cheer up you miserable cunt
Cheer up you miserable cunt
Cheer up you miserable cunt
Cheer up you miserable cunt