When my brother was at college
He had an unusual
nickname
Which was the “snow
plough”
Because of his appetite
for cocaine
When my brother was at college
He had an unusual
nickname
Which was the “snow
plough”
Because of his appetite
for cocaine
Love is about the compromise
It’s the corner stone
I would say
For example if we should
disagree
We compromise and do
it her way
Love is all about sharing
It’s the corner stone,
you see
When my wife gets the
flu
She always shares it
with me
Jack and Jill
Went up the hillock
He proposed then she
Called him a pillock
Are you wearing a pout?
Well, it’s bold without
a doubt
But the overwhelming impression
Is that you look like a
trout
You cannot live your life in “Park”
Nor can you reverse to
happier times
You must put it into
drive and go
Leave the pain of loss
and regret
On life’s hard
shoulder and go forward
And see what more life
has to offer
I love Friday, it’s a special day
But nothing ruins that
Friday feeling
Quite as much as the
realisation
That it’s still
actually Thursday