vanillys

We listened to passengers stamping old songs
And the blues what's to lose when you haven't done wrong
Drums too slow for a funeral beat
and no strumming of strings and no stamping of feet
of feet, of feet

It's awfully considerate of you to think of me
And it's not so hard to see you smoking fags and drinking tea
Is the crummy lost at sea sick with the floating on the waves
To join the other flotsam with the ripped up queens and knaves
queens and knaves, queens and knaves

There lies a lady she's gone and she's gone
she'll be a fine lady before too long
But I hit her head and she finished her walking
She shouldn't be dead, she was too busy talking
busy talking, busy talking.

( Tack Anna, för att du skickade länken med underbara Johnny på, absolut den nya favoriten).