I was obsessed
with gratuitous sax
& senseless violins
due mostly to
a mIs-SpElt yut...youth
& aggravated dyslexia.
Oh I knew
(sure as cops is cops)
that I would come to a bad end
...very enjoyably.
Give my regards to
old Broadmoor!
Remember me to big Al
(if he’s still there) .
Give my regards to
old Broadmoor
&tell ‘em
you’ll never catch me
...there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If I remember correctly, from reading Gothic novels, Broadmoor is a prison, right? But I love the plam on the song as well...your head must buzz with all the songs you remember and love so well...