Burning Flies.

I'm quite happy burning flies.
I'm quite happy burning flies.

They went to fly a kite,
They took a case of beer,
They asked if I would come,
But I'll be alright here.

I'm quite happy burning flies.
I'm quite happy burning flies.

I don't need fancy things,
I don't watch much TV,
And while they fly the kite,
Don't feel bad for me.

I'm quite happy burning flies.
I'm quite happy burning flies.

Karla Valdarama on the beach at Balmaha with a disposable cigarette lighter,
Karla Valadarama underneath a tree,
Burning flies.

I'm quite happy, I'm quite happy.
I'm quite happy, I'm quite happy.

I'm quite happy burning flies.
I'm quite happy burning flies.
I'm quite happy burning flies.
I'm quite happy burning flies.
Die, little flies...