[from out the very fountain of delight, Rises some gall our meriment to blight]
the world has popped and swallowed a pill today...melancholy has come out to play
pallet sliding ..hackney road fellows guiding. besides...toffs aint ones youd wanna confide in (she begins) hair dressed in a feather...smile seamed with sequins
the candymans her lover...she sings balanced by the wings of broken manaquins...
question...if you were to keep in a notebook all your sins..how would you know where life ends..starts and then begins? ranting riots chanting the name of a well known englishman..muddied shoes..girls bend in their two by twos...careved his name on their heart...oblivious that to the broken toyboy they might as well had tattoed 'im a jam tart'...oh with tainted tears..behind his curtains stray unwanted queers ofa sweet lulling lullaby lulling the name (once dreamt of ) all in a sleeveless sigh....billly billy billy bilo whered you stay and whered you go?
reading second fields of hysteria and maaaaahamm (sarny please...make it bacon ice man)
step back and youll seee him leaning on a lampost at the corner of the street incase a certain little lady madame comes by ..oh me oh me...sigh
kimberlleeeleeeleeena she aint wearing no sequeeeena...cockney lovers n scouser stunners 2 plus 2 makes 4 in lovers...aint forgettin the olde n blokes in their sucking tokes of a cigarelllo lo 'ello ello ello'
hey joe what da ye

...know that i don't uh? i'm leaning on a lamp, maybe you think i look a tramp, or maybe you think i'm hanging round to steal a motor car,
but know i'm not a crook, and if you think that's what i look, i'll tell you why i am here and what my motives are:
i am only there -brokendown in tears by that lampost- cause i can't get away for ain't touched it right, and along came the doc, and said let me have a look, my boy i fear that you ain't doin it right