Solex

I'll tell you a better story than
'Little Kay of the skates'
Or 'The Snow Ghost'
He tore off some tender new tips and
Rubbed them on his hands
Until the air was filled with the sharp smell
Just tore off some tender new tips
The afternoon wind struck him and
Blew up his hair and ruffed his shirt
Shoot shoot!
He came in his breeches and his shirt
The tail was flying out behind him
He stood there, looking up at me
Like a wild-eyed cow moose
Surprised in the sheriff's only cornfield
Blew up his hair and ruffed his shirt
Shoot shoot!

Well I cannot take you
Anywhere, but it is no fun
Going without you, hon
Well I can use figures to prove
Anything, Tapes and such
You bought to play
Along with

You're the sort of guy one runs into in London
If you must drive at a crawl like this
You should be in the near side lane
I sometimes think the only
Thing to
Do with
My car
Is to
Push it
Over
A cliff
A cliff
Richard

Think you could get high on
Water if you believed
It was
A somewhat tasteless rum
I've come to look
After you
It's just as
Well by the
Look of things

You're the sort of guy one runs into in London
If you must drive at a crawl like this
You should be in the near side lane
I sometimes think the only
Thing to
Do with
My car
Is to
Push it
Over
A cliff
A cliff
Richard
Push it
Over
A cliff

Elisabeth : "Cab!"
Carry mine and I'll walk like you
Will nod or go and get a cab
Think nothing of it. I feel fine
Carry mine and I'll walk like you
Will nod or go and get a cab
Here in thenorth part
Here's my sweetheart
He's a bit like you some others too
If I only knew

Of course they just tried to remove
The apple from a bucket of
(Water without using their hands)
A drink would make you feel better
They raced the waiter with a tray
Hey! They raced each other the same way
Hey! Raced him with their tray, only for a day
Of course they just tried to remove
The bucket from that little mad
(man I then saw with the huge head)
Hey! They raced each other the same way
Hey! Raced him with their tray, only for a day
He snapped his fingers and then recited a sing-song one
Part of a play-party game
No one did catch it's name
They began about a quarter past one o'clock in the morning
A rhythmic quick-cadenced walking around the dining room table
And they're still at it

They had turkey wing fans and they felt kind of elegant
Nothing to do but just sit there
I wanted them to walk by him the way
They would pass by a person asking for money in an alley
They not only wrote like him
They also walked with his rolling slouch
Drank likehis heroes and heroines,
Cultivated a hard-boiled melancholy
And he writes slowly in longhand
Possibly forty lines a day (rhymes)

Some sock in the eye
And she fell in the inglenook
She's so flat and tenderfoot
Forelocks in the way
Absolute
If you will, romp in the nook
And a bit knee-high
And she fell in the inglenook
She's so flat and tenderfoot
Forelocks in the way
Absolute
If you will, romp in the nook

Well he had insisted
On paying for the meal but
His jaw dropped when he saw
The bill, the bill, the bill, the bill
And suddenly he is
He is just about at vague as you can get
Without being actually invisible
I have to keep this body going
He must
Have thought

Well he had insisted
On paying for the meal but
His jaw dropped when he saw
The bill, the bill
But if
Someone
Jumped the queue he would give them a sharp crack
On the head
With his enormous wooden
Brown wooden spoon
Where do you think
Where do you think
He's going with her
Handbag? handbag

Well he had insisted
On paying for the meal but
His jaw dropped when he saw
The bill, the bill, the bill, the bill

And suddenly he is
He is just about at vague as you can get
Without being actually invisible
I have to keep this body going
He must
Have thought

'I'm Popeye the sailorman'
Or whichever old tune he sang
Spiced up with a few hot damns
The sailorman
He made a comely row of trees
On each side of the country road
So that a daily sort of man
Driving beneath them in his lumber wagon
Might fancy himself lord of a private road
Right after the first few notes
All the goats turned their heads
They would get fed
He was a tall lanky guy
With stooped shoulders and a shy seemed studious face
'Popeye the Sailorman'

What you'll do I do too
So that The dot on the I between the H and the T
The tap on the knee
The pot for the pee
Keep on doing what you're doing
'cause you're doing something right
What you'll do I do too
They all gazed at me a long time
As if I were a slot machine
Into which they had
Without results
Dropped a nickel
Coin-op on the countertop
Of the record shop
What you'll do I do too

We went to the local fish-shack restaurant
And ordered two dozen crabs dusted with cayenne
Steamed up and served with a pair of wooden mallets
I never had anything like that
They all seem to earn a living by jumping off city-bridges
Visitors could only rub their eyes in amazement
Just beause they were not used to so much happiness

He writes rhymes for his friends' children
Dotes on mystery stories
And at the slightest provocation he sings folk songs
Of key and in key
Here and there people sat on benches
Reading newspapers or straining their faces to the sun
Their eyes closed
Trying to catch a bit of sunburn to carry home proudly
He pulled his feet under his bench as he was ashamed of his shoes
His dog loves to walk and travel in cars, in planes, on rafts, in elevators and on escalators.
Then we'll let some daylight into it for once if it kills us right on the spot
No sort of middle state, no easy jog trot with him
If he never wrote when he wasn't in the mood
He would make no headway
Ololo

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