Are you wearing a beard?
Wow that’s really
weird
With the way you walk
And on the phone when
we talk
Well, that has me in a
whirl
I thought you were a
girl
Are you wearing a beard?
Wow that’s really
weird
With the way you walk
And on the phone when
we talk
Well, that has me in a
whirl
I thought you were a
girl
I’m thinking about taking a holiday
But I don’t know where
to go
I have never been in
Flexible
But I really don’t
know
I think it’s important
to stand firm
So I would have to say
no
I met her in the Red House
When she gave me the
eye
I gave her an
appraising look
And thought I’d give
her a try
I knew my luck was in
when
She was unbuttoning my
fly
Anna was a good time girl
In fact she really had
a ball
And we called her Anna
Glypta
As she liked it up against
the wall
My dog must be musical
What rubbish I hear
you groan
But he must be I tell
you
As I saw him eating a
trombone
I went on holiday to somewhere unpronounceable
Who have a novel approach
to automation
You are not prohibited
to own a motor car
Unless it is Red,
making them a Red Car-nation
I was stood at the bar last night
When a vampire gave me
a fright
As I fully expected
him to take a bite
But instead he ordered
a blood light