Farmer Palmer
had a pyjama
o' bits o' sheep
and cow bits
...
So go t’ caf
and me uncle he’s greetin’
a thowt ‘what’s aw this
at a brekkie-like meetin’?
...
Darling, make the most of me
for I fear I'm about to die-
the winds have ripped me ragged
and the words are running dry...
...
Dust on his blue face
Falls down the stairs
Dust on his pink shoes, dust
of this Devil's life
...
We used to ride our bikes
and go all over the hills
with the up and the down
you go all around
...
There was no mystery
in the mystery girl,
she lived,
and she hurt,
...