Think about how many times
I have fallen
Spirits are using me
larger voices callin’.
What heaven brought you and me
Cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin’ for that woman/girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will.
And you know it will.
When you see the Southern Cross
For the first time
You understand now
Why you came this way
‘Cause the truth you might be runnin’ from
Is so small.
Dress me like a big banana,
serve me lashings of ice cream,
spread out in a panarama
vistas from a naughty dream,
beat me soundly with a kipper
in a wobbly aspic mould,
flapping like a porpoise flipper,
till I’m slippery to hold;
I’m a dish to serve with crumpet,
served up slowly with a grin,
I’m a rare, rumbustious strumpet,
I’m a tonic served with sin.
Well, I’m a jitterbug boy
By the shoe-shine
Resting on my laurels and my Hardy’s too
Life of Riley on a swing shift
Gears follow my drift
Once upon a time I was in show-biz too
I seen the Brooklyn Dodgers playin’ at Ebbets Field
Seen the Kentucky Derby too
It’s fast women, slow horses, I’m reliable sources
And I’m holding up a lamp post if you want to know
I seen the Wabash Cannonball
Buddy I’ve done it all
Because I slept with the lions
And Marilyn Monroe
Had breakfast in the eye of a hurricane
Fought Rocky Marciano
Played Minnesota Fats
Burned hundred-dollar bills, I eaten Mulligan stew
Got drunk with Louis Armstrong
What’s that old song?
I taught Mickey Mantle everything that he knows
So you ask me what I’m doing here
Holding up a lamp post
Flippin’ this quarter trying to make up my mind
If it’s heads I’ll go to Tennessee
Tails I’ll buy a drink
If it lands on the edge I’ll keep talking to you
Walking women want to see
The Southern Cross at night
And so they set aside a sock
And tie their laces tight
Yes mournful is the melody
That echoes in their heads
Without a beat they march along
Believing Bach is dead
Bach is dead
Think about how many times
I have fallen
Spirits are using me
larger voices callin’.
What heaven brought you and me
Cannot be forgotten.
I have been around the world,
Lookin’ for that woman/girl,
Who knows love can endure.
And you know it will.
And you know it will.
When you see the Southern Cross
For the first time
You understand now
Why you came this way
‘Cause the truth you might be runnin’ from
Is so small.
@...Puulaahi:
*swoooooooon*
old dude is smokin.
Dress me like a big banana,
serve me lashings of ice cream,
spread out in a panarama
vistas from a naughty dream,
beat me soundly with a kipper
in a wobbly aspic mould,
flapping like a porpoise flipper,
till I’m slippery to hold;
I’m a dish to serve with crumpet,
served up slowly with a grin,
I’m a rare, rumbustious strumpet,
I’m a tonic served with sin.
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside,
oh I do like to be beside the seeeeeeeeeeea!
Guys, I wasn’t looking at this picture directly, and just assumed that guy was King Kong.
@...RSIxidor: relate to my comment 😉
Well, I’m a jitterbug boy
By the shoe-shine
Resting on my laurels and my Hardy’s too
Life of Riley on a swing shift
Gears follow my drift
Once upon a time I was in show-biz too
I seen the Brooklyn Dodgers playin’ at Ebbets Field
Seen the Kentucky Derby too
It’s fast women, slow horses, I’m reliable sources
And I’m holding up a lamp post if you want to know
I seen the Wabash Cannonball
Buddy I’ve done it all
Because I slept with the lions
And Marilyn Monroe
Had breakfast in the eye of a hurricane
Fought Rocky Marciano
Played Minnesota Fats
Burned hundred-dollar bills, I eaten Mulligan stew
Got drunk with Louis Armstrong
What’s that old song?
I taught Mickey Mantle everything that he knows
So you ask me what I’m doing here
Holding up a lamp post
Flippin’ this quarter trying to make up my mind
If it’s heads I’ll go to Tennessee
Tails I’ll buy a drink
If it lands on the edge I’ll keep talking to you
hey, look! it’s batman!
@...zondron: Blasphemy. That is *not* batman. Does that look like Gotham to you?… Wait… Actually… Nevermind…