Take you to the cinema Leave you in a wimpy bar You tell me that weve gone to far Come running up to me Make the scene at cousin Jacks Leave him to put the bottles back Mends his glasses that I cracked Well that ones up to me Buy a silver cloud to ride Pack the tennis club inside Trouser cuffs hung far too wide Well it was up to me Tyres down on your bicycle Your nose feels like an icicle The yellow fingered smoky girl Is looking up to me Well Im a common working man With a half of bitter--bread and jam Well if it pleases me Ill put one on you man When the cupper fades away The rainy season comes to pass The day-glo pirate sinks at last And if i laughed a bit too fast Well it was up to me
Posted on: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 03:11:47 +0000