A tribute to Geoffrey on his Birthday, May 14th
Posted: Mon May 15, 2017 12:03 am
The rain falls down on Geoffrey’s head,
his umbrella’s on the table,
his crayon on the bed.
And the corners of the tobacco are ruined since he rolled
He’s stood outside all day and only 2 joints has he sold
He still boxes shadows as any Norwegian Wood.
And the skylight has fallen in (as he forgot to mend it)
And all the rain falls down amen
On the head of last year's man.
I met a lady, she was playing her piano in the dark
Oh one by one she hit the keys
and her name was Noah of Ark.
I was a little barmy, yes my brain has gone to hell;
I want to thank you, Noah’s Ark,
For taking two of me as well.
And though I’m in a rainstorm;
Later on I will apply a fluffy woollen towel to my head and other affected parts of my body
All these soaking boys in your backside,
Goodnight, my boys, kiss kiss, goodnight.
I came on my wedding day
That’s a tradition quite contrived;
Muhammad Ali the bridegroom,
He came and, as a biological consequence, had a baby on the side.
Grate my cheese when naked,
And stand there trembling for me,
And Mohammed Ali used a flamethrower on us both
Like a scene from Porgy and Bess.
And when we lay together, all our flesh it fell like hail
That I had to look inside to see
all the water in a pail
.
Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Michael Cain
you were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off
So I hang up my altar-boy suit
then I hoist my trousers again.
And I take the one who finds my backside
to where it all began
When Jesus ate my honeycomb
And Michael Cain was just any old actor.
And we read from peasant Bibles
that are moist with rum and gin
Now Geoffrey is sketching
His own backside again.
The rain falls down on Geoffrey’s head,
An hour has gone by
And he’s still sketching with his lead
But something soon will happen, he needs to pass the turd;
his thingy will rise up
And it will look really quite absurd.
But the skylight is like a foreskin for a bum I won't rear-end
And all the rain falls down amen
On the head of last year's man.
Songwriters: Geoffrey Wren's biggest fan
his umbrella’s on the table,
his crayon on the bed.
And the corners of the tobacco are ruined since he rolled
He’s stood outside all day and only 2 joints has he sold
He still boxes shadows as any Norwegian Wood.
And the skylight has fallen in (as he forgot to mend it)
And all the rain falls down amen
On the head of last year's man.
I met a lady, she was playing her piano in the dark
Oh one by one she hit the keys
and her name was Noah of Ark.
I was a little barmy, yes my brain has gone to hell;
I want to thank you, Noah’s Ark,
For taking two of me as well.
And though I’m in a rainstorm;
Later on I will apply a fluffy woollen towel to my head and other affected parts of my body
All these soaking boys in your backside,
Goodnight, my boys, kiss kiss, goodnight.
I came on my wedding day
That’s a tradition quite contrived;
Muhammad Ali the bridegroom,
He came and, as a biological consequence, had a baby on the side.
Grate my cheese when naked,
And stand there trembling for me,
And Mohammed Ali used a flamethrower on us both
Like a scene from Porgy and Bess.
And when we lay together, all our flesh it fell like hail
That I had to look inside to see
all the water in a pail
.
Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Michael Cain
you were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off
So I hang up my altar-boy suit
then I hoist my trousers again.
And I take the one who finds my backside
to where it all began
When Jesus ate my honeycomb
And Michael Cain was just any old actor.
And we read from peasant Bibles
that are moist with rum and gin
Now Geoffrey is sketching
His own backside again.
The rain falls down on Geoffrey’s head,
An hour has gone by
And he’s still sketching with his lead
But something soon will happen, he needs to pass the turd;
his thingy will rise up
And it will look really quite absurd.
But the skylight is like a foreskin for a bum I won't rear-end
And all the rain falls down amen
On the head of last year's man.
Songwriters: Geoffrey Wren's biggest fan
