Does anyone know if Alfred Sung?
Does
anyone think is Sean Young?
Does
anyone know is Koo Stark?
Would
anyone know was Yvonne Darke?
Does anyone know if Alfred Sung?
Does
anyone think is Sean Young?
Does
anyone know is Koo Stark?
Would
anyone know was Yvonne Darke?
Suited and booted he sat waiting there
Perched
on the edge of his seat, restless
He
sat watching the great clock hands moving
Slowly
as they ticked off the minutes
His
palms sweated and his heart pounded
As
he waited beneath the great clock face
He
asked himself “what was he doing”?
A
blind date what was he thinking, madness
He
was too old for blind dates far too old
Why
did he agree, what would they talk about
He
wasn’t young, he wasn’t cool, he was
More
Wilson Philips than Wilson picket
But
there she was not too young and lovely
His
mouth was dry and he felt a bit faint
“I
was terribly nervous about tonight”
She
said putting him straight at his ease
She
slipped off her coat effortlessly
With
an easy grace and elegance
When
he took off his coat, he hit his arm
On
the wall, hit a woman on the back
And
knocked over a lamp, she laughed
Sympathetically
and she bad him sit
The art of medicine
Would
appear to be
To
distract the patient
Sufficiently
For
Mother Nature
To
cure the disease
My wife is of the opinion
Anything
in her dominion
Can
be made to work efficiently
If
you fiddle with it sufficiently
It’s always
What
you don’t do
And
this is the truth
I
tell you
That’s
far more important
Than
what you do do
No matter how absurd
It
may be when it’s heard
People
will believe it
When
you whisper it
Some days you’ll find
You’re
the dog you see
While
on other days