SOAK IT UP

SOAK IT UP

Many of the poems I write could be songs, sometimes they start out that way, because I find it easier to remember things if they have a tune. And all my poems do, each and every one of them has an internal tune that I can remember it by. I can go back to my old poems and sing each one, straight off the page. Why am I telling you all this nonsense? I really don't know, apart from by way of introduction to the following song. Song? why is it a song? Well it's a song because I wrote it for Cliff Richard, only joking, but I did write a song for Cliff once, honestly. Of course he didn't use it, why would he? Anyway, the real reason that this piece is a song is because it sings itself to me, as opposed to me singing the line to myself. It's something to do with the repetition of the catchy bit, the thing that real songwriters call the hook.

SOAK IT UP

This could be our last

chance to get it on

we're getting out of

here before too long

So soak it up go soak it up

it won't be long you heard it here

so soak it up go soak it up

'cos very soon we'll

all be going up

into the atmosphere

to soak it up

So soak it up go soak it up

it won't be long you heard it here

so soak it up go soak it up

Such a beautiful day

so let's go fly

up above the clouds

and the clear blue sky

So soak it up go soak it up

it won't be long you heard it here

so soak it up go soak it up

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