Are you wearing a carnation?
To mark you out at the
station
As you stand beneath
the clock
In your best evening
frock
Or do you keep it
under your cloak
Until you get a look
at the bloke
And if you don’t fancy
him
Do you throw it in the
bin?
Are you wearing a carnation?
To mark you out at the
station
As you stand beneath
the clock
In your best evening
frock
Or do you keep it
under your cloak
Until you get a look
at the bloke
And if you don’t fancy
him
Do you throw it in the
bin?
Since the BBC sacked all the Daleks
Most are just
scrounging off the state
But there is one
working as a Miner
He doesn’t really communicate
And it scares a lot of
the workers
When it says Excavate,
Excavate
One day you look in the mirror
And beneath the
lathers
You realize that the
face
You are shaving is
your fathers
Rather than eating chicken soup
Just laugh a little
every day
It’s much more
beneficial
Well, that’s what the
chickens say
Oh God I feel so old
Just send for the
undertaker
I’ve started making
the same noises
As my coffee maker
Their eyes met at the supermarket
She clearly recognized
him
But he was drawing a
blank
So, a smile was
exchanged between them
She decided to break
the ice
And pleasantly, said
"Hello!"
She obviously knew him
She was a stranger to
him though
So, he asked, "Do
you know me?
You do look familiar”
he lied
"I think you're
the father
Of one of my
kids." She replied,
“Are you the drunken
cheerleader?
I shagged under the
bleachers’”
She gave him a look
and said
“No, I'm one of your
son's teachers"
No, you don’t have “big bones”
That belief is mere
folly
Let’s face it you’re
just fat
It’s a shame you’re
not jolly