This a song written about the patronising nutters whom one seems to atrract when you're in a wheelchair.

WHAT DO YOU FIND TO DO ALL DAY WHEN YOU'RE SITTING IN THAT CHAIR?


What do you find to do all day when you're sitting in that chair?
I shouldn't mind it one small bit - all you do is just sit there...
Well you don't have to go work, that can't be too bad
No getting up early, like i do, I reckon I could settle for that!

What do you find to do all day when you're sitting in that chair?
I shouldn't mind it one small bit - all you do is just sit there...
Well I bet you do get a bit fed up, when you see folks running around
But you don't have to rush round shops
That'd blooming get you down!

Well it was only about a week ago
I saw a feller on TV
He was lifting up weights and playing basketball...
Its all in your mind a bit, if you ask me

Well I bet you're glad that I passed by
(I get on with with disabled folk)
I always say a word when I see a chair
I always have a laugh and a joke...!

Well there's no point in letting it get you down
I can see you're feeling glum!
But I can't sit round here all day
I can sit around, like some!

Y'see I'm the sort that likes moving around
I've got to have a walk about.
I can't sit round like you all dy
I can't just sit there doing nowt...

What do you find to do all day when you're sitting in that chair?
I shouldn't mind it one small bit - all you do is just sit there...
Well at least you're not starving out in Africa,
I mean, them chaps have got it real bad
At least you're warm, and you've got TV
You're not doing too bad, if you ask me!

What do you find to do all day when you're sitting in that chair?
I shouldn't mind it one small bit - all you do is just sit there...
and listen.....
I shouldn't mind it one small bit - all you do is just sit there...


(written by Alan Whittle and sung by Denise Whittle on the cassette album Frost at Midnight in the late 1980's - reviewed by Stirrings magazine and virtually no one else)

Ah well back to songs about Peg leg Charlie in the eighteenth century -my word! folksong is such a brave artform!)