Ladysmith wants you forthwith to come to her relief. Burn your briefs you leave for France tonight. Carefully cut the straps of the booby-traps and set the captives free.
My parents knew these people who. For all their faults were very nice;. They owned a farm whose "Olde Worlde" charm. Earned it the name of "Paradise"..
Bernice bobs her hair in the barber's in the square. All her new-found friends are there to see it done. Bernice bobs her hair. She's been driven to despair.
Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its sons away;. They fly, forgotten, as a dream dies at the op'ning day.. . Rub-a-dub-dub. It's time for a scrub.
I wanna chill, I wanna sit real still. I wanna sleep like the dead on a bed of roses. Me and my lovely wife. We're in the prime of life. I wanna feel real, I wanna free-wheel.
Do you remember that old T.V. show. Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious World?. Well if I.T.V. make a new series. They ought to come take a look at my girl.
"Who'll have a fishy. On a little dishy?. Who will have a fishy. When the boat comes...". . And then he says. "With our glasses both raised in a toast.
When she was just a girl. She became a woman of the world. Soon there wasn't room enough for her. In between the bosoms of her family. She popped the cork, got on the Greyhound to New York.
Back at the house. A bottle is found. And opened in honour of those who have drowned,. While we who have not are stricken with guilt. And dutifully see that not one drop is spilt;.
Back in the day you had been part of the smart set. You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets. From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri.
I saw somebody who. Reminded me of you. Before you got afraid. I wish that you could've stayed that way. . I saw a little girl. I stopped and smiled at her.
Without blindness. There is no sight. You'd see the further if you'd only close your eyes. . In unconsciousness. I can find peace. Inside prison walls I can find release.
I've got a beauty mark. written on my skin. close to my heart. my favourite part. my beauty mark. . I keep it out of sight. safe from the world outside.
Pale, pubescent beasts. Roam through the streets. And coffee-shops. Their prey gather in herds. Of stiff knee-length skirts. And white ankle-socks. But while they search for a mate.