While they fish out the fisheries I wish on the wisheries Mixed up in the mys---teries Every night, every night
I pedal hope, now, from port to port I never stay at the last resort I'm not tall, but I never come up short I always pay, I pay and pay
I got arrested and I got away I met Clint and he made my day Tarred and feathered in La Brea What a pit, what a pit
I formed my own government I cast pearls before the parliament Got some girls for the ex----president No, not him, another one
Though I appear none too glamorous I have often been amorous Though I am an ignor-animous Ignoranimous, that's the word
My chances were ludicrous She was graceful and luminous My heart sank, bi----tuminous But I asked, anyway
Through a window, she kissed my face Pushed me down, put me in my place The French would call that the 'coup de grace' No, that's not my native tongue
~~~♫♫♫~~~ Found a raincoat in a London fog Got a kitten from a catalogue Got a demo from a demagogue I played it loud, it pleased the crowd
While they fish out the fisheries I miss the missing and the mysteries I broke a dish signed by Cyd Charisse Yea, I pay, I always pay I pay and pay ~~~♫♫♫~~~Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
