Like those advert guys.

FLOAT MY BOAT

I want to fly not drop out of the sky

High up from an aeroplane or mountain

Fountain upon fountain of youth reclaimed

Meditating contemplating something

Ringing in my ears tears on my boat race

Facing up to the fact that I can’t fly

Fly me to the moon no not me not I

Why can’t I just fly like those advert guys?

Wise up tie me to the end of your string

Fling me up in the air behind your Bentley

Gently enough for me to fly but not too far

Park in the lay-by and float my boat slowly

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The mother of invention...

HERE WE GO

Old vine moonshine new wine speak to my heart

My heart aches for the plans that we made

Made in England in the good old days

Ways that were wise once in another world

Other world charm we had it in spades

Fades into oblivion like the lights

The lights that stayed so bright for so long

Longing for a past that cannot return

Gurning like a fool outside the pub

The public face that still thinks that it’s cute

Cute as a cucumber cut into bits

Bits and pieces freeze on the candelabra

Brass monkeys wouldn’t be seen dead out there

Here we go the mother of invention…

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Pudding crazy...

PLUCK THE BLUES

I saw her in the woods

but she didn’t wanna talk

she was much too busy to go for a walk

she was eating ice cream with a fork

She was really really really

really busy don’t you know

sitting there eating ice cream in the snow

Rats I got tennis bats for shoes

and a one string guitar to pluck the blues

I asked her to play

just for something to say

She said no way mate

I’m much to busy

to go out on a date

I said where do you get

your ice cream from

She said I get ripe bananas

from the Banana Factory

and I bung ‘em in the freezer

and I whiz ‘em up you see

then I sit here eating them

the whole of the day long

I said you’re pudding crazy

but you’re in my song

Repeat

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