I dreamt I saw a monument Erected in my name, The mayor was there to cut the ribbon Still nobody came
The pond was stocked with fishes Hand selected, one-by-one, Refreshments for a thousand sat there spoiling in the sun
Sculptors from italy, Carving a marble me, Incredibly lifelike hair, Read the inscription there Donated all his time, Concocting silly rhymes, And waiting for the dinner bell to chime
It was a snow-white edifice, all flecked With gold and green But when they pulled the curtain, There was noone to be seen
The wind blew long and cold Between the chairs arranged in rows, The only thing upon them Were the streamers and bows
Sculptors from italy, Carving a marble me, Incredibly lifelike hair, Read the inscription there Donated all his time, Concocting silly rhymes, And waiting for the dinner bell to chime
The mayor packed up his scissors, And removed his beaver hat He figured he should go, The Veuve Clicquot had all gone flat
The keynote speaker took one lok and got back into the cab His words already etched Upon that alabaster slabTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
