Del says .. "Sax solo by a busker pulled in at Waterloo Station, Obviously paid nowt, Thacher was in power remember !!!" I can't go out and socialise
Folks round here still remember him well, there's many a man with a story to tell. Cos' that man Trapper and the things he did, made you forget about
Here's a nice ballad, like the six thousand others. It's a love song again, it'll probably get covered. No, the drums don't come in yet, that's in three
The news came in the post today, that changed his systematic ways. His bank account is empty now, he's thrown away his marriage vows. The Rat-Race has
Well she stumbled into my life, with a bottle in her hand. And when she spilt it all over my jeans, I fell to her command. Oh ! I wanted to make her
The sick patch on the carpet, the night we drank too much. The gravy stains on the Belling Stove, it misses the woman's touch. The hair on the soap,
In a bar someplace right now, someone's going to start a row. Just one more Scotch will do the trick, something in his brain will click. Watch his friends
Everywhere I go I'm first in line, don't need no money got lots of time. Bottom of my list is tea with the mayor, got the key to the city, now you better
(If he's late) If he's late she starts to cry. (She's got a list) She's got a list of things to buy. (He can't go in ) He can't go in for social mixing
As I stood in the lobby waiting for my key, I felt something strange happening to me. I rushed up to my room and shut the door, the room was empty but