| Lyrics: | My Uncle Charlie is a cynical man
And his wifes a touch skeptical, too.
They've got one of
those stickers
In the back of their van; it says:
We've seen the prices at the
zoo.
Well today I knocked upon their door
And said that I was passing,
And charlie
launched a scathing attack.
When I asked him what I'd done, he said
"You stupid bastard!
We live in a cul-de-sac!"
Went to Darlene's party; it was fancy dress.
I just stuck
an apple in my face.
I saw a chap who obviously was out to impress,
Reckoned he'd beat
Gagarin into space.
He said "Hi there {? souls! ?}
Like I'm sorry I'm late!
But I was
getting done up
As a mobile thrash acetate!"
Me, I got bored
So I went home,
Got
into bed,
And came to the conclusion...
There is nothing better in life
Than
writing on the sole of your slipper with a Birol
There is nothing better in life
Than
writing on the sole of your slipper with a Birol
There is nothing better in life
Than
writing on the sole of your slipper with a Birol
There is nothing better in life
Than
writing on the sole of your slipper with a Birol
On a Saturday Night instead of going to a pub |
