Tytuł: The passing show

• Wykonawca: Ian Dury
• Wyświetleń: 334

  
   When we were simple and naïve
  We wore our feelings on our sleeve
  As we've grown jaded and corrupt
  Our manner's guarded and abrupt
  
  Oh, how we'd smile most readily
  Whilst ploughing on unsteadily
  Now frowns are etched upon our face
  We can no longer stand the pace
  
  Although we've got to go with the passing show
  It doesn't ever mean we haven't made the scene
  And what we think we know to what is really so
  Is but a smithereen of what it might have been
  
  We'd sing in gay abandon then
  We'd get it wrong and try again
  As here we brood with doubts assailed
  Nothing ventured, nothing failed
  
  When life itself can chart the course
  Then life's the product we endorse
  When circumstances tell of death
  We keep our counsel, save our breath
  
  Our laughter rang around the world
  When we were happy boys and girls
  As now we baulk and hesitate
  Encumbrance comes to those who wait
  
  But when we're torn from mortal coil
  We leave behind a counterfoil
  It's what we did and who we knew
  And that's what makes this story true