| SISTER I'M A POET |
| Off the rails I was and off the rails I was happy to stay GET OUT OF MY WAY on the rack I was "easy Meat but a reasonably good buy a reasonably good buy the Piccadilly palare was just a silly slang between me and the boys in my gang "so bona to vada, OH YOU your lovely eek and your lovely riah We plied an ancient trade where we threw all life's instructions away exchanging lies and digs (my way) well, in a belted coat oh I secretly knew that I hadn't a clue the Piccadilly palare was just a silly slang between me and the boys in my gang exchanging palare you wouldn't understand good sons like you NEVER DO So why do you smile when you thing about Earls Court? but you cry when you think of all the battles you've fought (and lost)? it may all end tomorrow or, it could go on forever (in which case; I'm doomed) it could go on forever |