On Giving Up The Drink:
He spoke my name as clear as day
and asked me if I'd like to play.
A teddy bear that sang to me;
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
He offered me a fat cigar
and took some biscuits from a jar,
then set the table, made some tea.
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
His mouth was stitched, his eyes were glass
A bruin with panache and class
"One lump, and cream, a slice of brie?"
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
We ate the cheese, some crackers too;
the creamy sort with veins of blue,
upon his leg I saw a flea.
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
A flea that liked to play charades
while wearing minute Oakley shades.
It jumped about and laughed with glee
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
Eventually as night wore on
the drunken flea and bear had gone,
so I just sat there all at sea
and thought it odd, it couldn't be.
put here as Tom suggested,
He spoke my name as clear as day
and asked me if I'd like to play.
A teddy bear that sang to me;
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
He offered me a fat cigar
and took some biscuits from a jar,
then set the table, made some tea.
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
His mouth was stitched, his eyes were glass
A bruin with panache and class
"One lump, and cream, a slice of brie?"
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
We ate the cheese, some crackers too;
the creamy sort with veins of blue,
upon his leg I saw a flea.
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
A flea that liked to play charades
while wearing minute Oakley shades.
It jumped about and laughed with glee
I thought it odd, it couldn't be.
Eventually as night wore on
the drunken flea and bear had gone,
so I just sat there all at sea
and thought it odd, it couldn't be.
put here as Tom suggested,