I saw three dogs flying, there was a man on the end Squaring a circle and studying its end I saw a drunk old lady pissing in a bin It was far too high, she couldn't stop The man with the photograph failed to appear In that kind of rain where an umbrella's no use The bird lay bleeding, I couldn't break its neck I get anonymous footbells from a pope I never met
Don't start me off It's beginning, to, and back again Don't start me off
Right now there's a man who could take advantage I wouldn't like to spend an hour locked inside him He always had an eye for it, we all threw a shoe Nicely underlined, our table turned againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
