There?s a girl I?m told who rolls her eyes at the Gok Wan acolytes
Underneath her bed there lies a collection of ammonites
And she lives somewhere you wouldn?t wanna get stuck
That can?t be found in the Domesday Book;
Cromwell?s troops never billeted there,
Dick Turpin never had Bess shoed where
This girl I?m told rolls her eyes at the Gok Wan acolytes.
This spoon in my drawer; a reminder of childhood
Stayed loyal down the years in a way others never could.
The wine has coiled its way around my understanding
And I?m deaf to your libertarian jeers.
They should just brick Jim Beglin up with the Gok Wan acolytes,
Brick him up.
She in signal red, me in drab olive,
We made our way from Loggerheads to Hope.
Blue skies, good underfoot, I played my sackbut.
Somewhat unwittingly kindled the underbrush;
Through my haphazard ways I?d set the woods ablaze
But I?d had the best of days along the trail.
And I feel retiring her would constitute a crime
And I know Chesil Beach is far away in time
And now I?ve found these androids empathise
Understand and realise, so it?s really no surprise
I?ve got one that rolls its eyes????. at the Gok Wan acolytes.