I had to run for the train
And I had my laptop
with me
And now it doesn’t
work
I must have jogged the
memory
I had to run for the train
And I had my laptop
with me
And now it doesn’t
work
I must have jogged the
memory
In a democracy,
It’s your vote that
counts;
Which seems perfectly
fair
In feudalism,
It’s your Count that
votes.
Did you see what I did
there?
When he’s making clocks
And hunger beacons
The clock man will
Go back four seconds.
One of the guys fell into
The upholstery
machine,
He was quickly
discovered
And they knew what to
do
To get him out the
machine
Now he’s fully recovered
He was blessed most verily
With a photographic
memory
It was never developed
sadly
A universal truth of worth
On which you can truly
depend
If they get too big
for the britches
They’ll be exposed in
the end
Higgledy Piggledy,
My fat hen,
She lays eggs
Full of Collagen
Good for women,
And good for men,
Higgledy Piggledy,
My fat hen!