I leapt up out of bed,
And I opened the
door
In my pyjamas,
Wow I’d not noticed it
before
What a very odd place
For there to be a door
I leapt up out of bed,
And I opened the
door
In my pyjamas,
Wow I’d not noticed it
before
What a very odd place
For there to be a door
A man made a boast
It was a real
humdinger
“I can turn this duck
Into a soul singer”
He repeated his boast
Despite being mocked
And made a wager
That left them shocked
They took the bet
That was a real
humdinger
To see him turn a duck
Into a soul singer
He said as he took the
duck
That he called Mr
Smithers
“Now I’ll put it in
the microwave
Until its bill
withers”
Three fish in a tank,
One says to the other
ones
I'll drive the thing
If you two man the
guns
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy dog’s tails
That's what little boys are made of!"
What are big boys made of?
Chips and ales, and chasing girl’s tails
Are you wearing black?
Yes, it’s a funeral I
know
But underneath the
garb
Is that all black
also?
No, it’s not
irreverent
Picturing you in lacy
black
There was no bigger
letch
Then you’re dead uncle
Jack
You’ve gone commando, haven’t you?
Don’t shake your head
I know it’s true
That blushing vividly
betrays you
And that’s only one of
many clues
I have a clinical eye
for what I peruse
And I can see dandruff
on your shoes
When I say, "I love you", I mean it.
Look into my eyes and
believe it
Look into my heart and
feel it