Tytuł: The yip song

• Wykonawca: Robyn Hitchcock
• Wyświetleń: 271

The old man, he was flesh-they wheeled him in upon a trolley
   Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn
   Draw a window on his skin
   This old man, he was next-blindfolded to face the volley
   Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn
   Love will come of all our sins
   Painted on my tail fin now Vera Lynn
   This old man preserved-in his mind he lay with Molly
   Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn
   Septicemia always wins
   Cleanse us with your healing grin now
   Vera Lynn
   Coma high, coma low
   Blood is precious, yes or no?
   I believe in surgery-and that's a fact
   I believe in making it easy
   I believe in surgery, but I never act
   I believe in making it easy
   Easy...
   This old man, he was gone-he was gone and I was sorry
   Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn
   Down I spiral, down I spin
   Forces sweetheart, I'm your twin now
   Vera Lynn
   Yip