Little fat lady, some might say a tent Can you count up all the money you’ve spent Do you remember your lovely holiday in Kent? When he said OK do you know what he meant? Did he ever recieve the flowers that you sent? Ladies and gentlemen I have the pleasure to present Little fat lady you maybe a little bent
Childs Play
Your kid is now aged three Twenty years younger than you or me Do you think that you’re happy Do you think your child will be happy? What have you to offer Nothing that I can see I’m really glad That child isn’t me
Red
Bright spark You took my little red riding manhood All is dark I know you’d light me up if you could
Boy stood waiting at the corner of the church Smoked a cigarette which made him feel worse Said they should meet for a final encounter Said he just couldn’t live without her
Shaddup, shaddup You got nothing to say Why say it again? I’ve heard it anyway Put a sock in it Eat my feet You’re the shoe I was bound to meet Like a bonsai You cut me Ah, shaddup You don’t know what you’re talking about
On my shoulders my head feels so small When I see my feet I feel so tall On my mind, I can’t forget at all A million bricks I would call a wall From the top I could fall Bounce like a ball And call
Someone cracked a joke It was something that he said Began to blush and choke It became really, really red Everyone from all around Started laughing on the ground And soon they all became a crowd To see the telephone box laugh aloud
I can smell the horror of modern technology The reek of oblivion that haunts my street Power and greed are our parents now Smells like the stench of armageddon to me
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