PRUNE (YOUR TREE)
You shouldn't talk to me like that
You spilled my tea you kicked my cat
You're acting strange you act depraved
What kind of way's that to behave?
You little minx you little tyke
You can go home now if you like
You've smoked my ciggies drunk my wine
Good gracious me is that the time?
Well I know my opinins are a bore
So here's your coat and here's the door
You want me off your back, baby
I want you on yours.
And now I must reiterate
It's really getting rather late
We've watch both my videos
And now it's time to go
I must be insane
To try it on again
But the thing this evening lacks
That's
The beast with two backs
That's such a nasty thing to do
Well I'm being nastier to you
If you don't love me anymore
What're you hanging 'round here for?
I know your magazines say
'Prune that tree'
Well that dead wood is me.
GROOVE
There's a hell of a difference
Between nice and delicious
And the things that I do and I say
I've got handlebar troubles
I need long walks and cuddles
And I'll groove all my toubles away
And all it would take
Is a couple of shakes
And maybe the rest of today
I've got haricot blues
I've got stones in my shoes
And I'll groove all my troubles away
There's an ocean of fish
With only one wish
That's to swim in the sea every day
I've got zippers to fix
I've got rhyming to do
And I'll groove all my troubles away.
BRIAN WILSON'S BED
Every line I write seems like somebody else's
There's no hope for my body and I've lost most of my senses
So I can't stop the rot from setting in
I realise now that what I'm in is
Brian Wilson's bed
Brian Wilson's bed
Oh but I can't afford the LSD
So I'm dropping strongly sweetened tea in
Brian Wilson's bed
Brian Wilson's bed
For me, is the last place where I can really function
I'd love to go and live but with scant trace of compunction
I could lie and sweat the live long day
Smoke and read my teens away in
Brian Wilson's bed
Brian Wilson's bed
Forsaken by the world at large
Dear it's the perfect camouflage
For a dole boy with less soul
Than the Wigan Casino
I languish here just flicking through
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