As I lay dreamin' in my bed Across the great divide I thought I heard the trawler boats Returnin' on the tide And in this vision of my home The shingle
Tune in, wouldn't it be something Rumors spreading into panic I've seen movements in the clearing Someone sent you something satanic I have to leave
Showboat coming up the river See her lanterns flicker in the gentle breeze I can hear the crickets singing in the evening Old Dixie Lily moving past the
One, two One, two One, two, three, four Say what you will but I'm a stinker I come crawling up out of my hole Dirt in my toes, dirt up my nose I'm a
An extremely quiet child, they called you in your school report He's always taken interest in the subjects that he's taught So what was it that brought
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I don't want to wake you But I'd like to tell you that I love you That the candlelight fell like a crescent Upon your feather pillow For there's more
I've a constant ache in the morning light It's on account of night before Some Park Lane lady in a shady bar Took a fancy to the watch I wore Oh but
: I was justified when I was five Raising cane, I spit in your eye Times are changing, now the poor get fat But the fever's gonna catch you when the
: I don't want to wake you But I'd like to tell you that I love you That the candlelight fell like a crescent Upon your feather pillow For there's
: I've a constant ache in the morning light It's on account of the night before Some Park Lane lady in a shady bar Took a fancy to the watch I wore
: Oh ma cameo molesting Kee pa a poorer for tea Solar prestige a gammon Lantern or turbert paw kwee Solar prestige a gammon Kool kar kyrie kay salmon
: Say what you will but I'm a stinker I come crawling up out of my hole Dirt in my toes, dirt up my nose I'm a perfect curse to pest control Seeds and
: As I lay dreaming in my bed Across the great divide I thought I heard the trawler boats Returning on the tide And in this vision of my home The shingle
: I can't light no more of your darkness All my pictures seem to fade to black and white I'm growing tired and time stands still before me Frozen here
: Tune in, wouldn't it be something Rumours spreading into panic I've seen movements in the clearing Someone sent you something satanic I have to leave
: Showboat coming up the river See her lanterns flicker in the gentle breeze I can hear the crickets singing in the evening Old Dixie Lily moving past
: "An extremely quiet child" they called you in your school report "He's always taken interest in the subjects that he's taught" So what was it that
