Getting OnI wasn’t an ‘unresponsive on his bathroom floor’ case, Or even a mysteriously ‘Paris apartment bathtub’ scrubbing waste. Despite the certain uncontrollable tragedy, ‘Bullets in the back four times – New York’ it was not. .
So Zaccheus sat in that sycamore tree, With prior knowledge about the exodus of ’73. And with a bang of the gong, As a charged up warrior, I was gone. .
Her Purple Mini wasn’t quite a Cadilac. G-L-O-R-I-A wasn’t quite Patti Boyd. She ended the marriage, ended the band and her driving ended me. But no one mentions her, She was no Yoko.
But this is what I am, Square Peg Sam, not the main man. Jimi, Jim, Jones & Janis – they all hit the spot, Two weeks off thirty has a certain ring to it, But I’m not in the club. .
What’s more I tried religion, Just like Dad told me to, Long before I was a child of the Marcsist revolution,
I sat looking up into his Soviet stubble, As we tripped round London bends in lofty lorries, He told me,
“Zion’s home for you son, But don’t tell Ma.”
But I did, She squeezed it out of me,
She didn’t want Jerusalem, Cos she sold grapes And pears in Berwick Street. So I sat in a gentile’s grave.
“People are unfair with Sky plus in their hair-spray, No longer content, with Star Wars in their browsers. They want an Acorah-approved sighting.”
So said the master of the ghoulish game – Tiger Memphis-Flash. He says he makes an appearance at least once every six months, To please true fans. .
So at the turn of the 21st century, Boy I tried it out, But once again Feld failed, I stuck around, I like it here,
By the might of a tragical noon I sit. .
So, come by Great Darkgate Street in Aber. We sell beauty, household goods and medicines, alongside a range of fine fragrances here; Glam products, if you like.
You’ll recognise me,
I’m still all Absolom in Barnet, But it’s getting a bit thin at the back. Debbie the store manager insists on the polo neck uniform, So my ‘faux gay space alien’ image is slightly dampened, But I wear face glitter on casual Fridays. .
Come on in and read my name tag, No one bats an eyelid, They just assume it’s the Welsh spelling. .