Saturday 30 January 2010

Oh how I adore You, You dirty old self ironic Bastard with great facial hair!


My face is finished My body's gone And I can't help but think Standing up here in all this applause And gazing down at all the young and the beautiful With their questioning eyes That I must above all things love myself That I must above all things love myself That I must above all things love myself  I saw a girl in the crowd I went over, I shouted out I asked if I could take her out But she said that she didn't want to  I changed the sheets I combed the hairs across my head I sucked in my gut And still she said  That she just didn't want to  I read her Elliot, I read her Yates I tried my best to stay up late I fixed the hinges on her gate But still she just never wanted to  I bought her a dozen snow white doves I did her dishes in rubber gloves I called her Honeybee, I called her love But she just still didn't want to She just never wants to DAMN!  I sent her every type of flower I played her a guitar by the hour I patted her revolting little Chihuahua But still she just didn't want to  I wrote a song with a hundred lines I picked a bunch of dandy lions I walked her through the trembling pines But she just even then didn't want to She just never wants to  I thought I'd try another tact I drank a litre of Cogniac I threw her down upon her back But she just laughed and said she just didn't want to  I thought I'd have another go I called her Ma "Little Oh" I felt like Marcel Marceau must feel But she said she just never wanted to She just didn't want to  I've got the No Pussy Blues I've got the No Pussy Blues I've got the No Pussy Blues! DAMN!  No Pussy Blues I've got the No Pussy Blues I've got the No Pussy Blues I've got the No Pussy Blues  DAMN! DAMN! 

1 comment:

  1. DAMN!!!
    King of ink rules all over.
    D.J.

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