Anybody out there had a panic attack?

It's a terrifying feeling, like a monster on your back.

I was queuing up in Tesco's, for a lovely big black pudding,

When the fear struck up inside of me, I knew I must get running.

I thought - "I must go to the doctors and tackle this today,"

But when waiting in the surgery, I had to run away.

My heart began to flutter, my brow began to sweat,

Maybe I'll go back another day... but not just yet.

I had one at the Wanderers, the day I saw them lose,

My fellow fans around me, must have thought it was the booze.

I said - "I must get home now, I'm feeling sort of queer,"

But it wasn't just the other team that had filled me full of fear.

Cos when you get a panic on, there's not much you can do,

It's worse than a belly-ache, or even rotten flu.

And no-one seems to understand, and least of all the wife,

She just says - "Oh you're mental and you have been all your life."

So next time you're out shopping, and see a man turn and flee,

Remember if you can, that it very well could be me.

But I'm determined to beat this, and I'll have to try some more,

In the meantime I'd be grateful, if you wouldn't block the door. By Graham Baxter

Bromwich Street

Bolton

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