After a night of silvery-limbed limbo
I flag down my liquorice-flavoured beast of burden
A bangers and mash night out on the town
Cavorting and sporting grotesque hand-me-downs
In my gibberish moments
Engrossed in my all-consuming bantasm
I search for both plectops and pentrums
But it severs my momentums
What was it you said last night?
Tomorrow's another day...
I've watched jet-lagged daytime TV
And dreamt of Mayan lions in Aztec discotheques
And as Jesus wept
I and half the world slept
What was it you said last night?
Tomorrow's another day...
Just a tonic laced with gin
Enjoying Sunday jokes in the Mordor Oaks
Let me out of my picture postcard
Like a pimply sponge Bison stampeding hard
What was it you said last night?
Tomorrow's another day
Now it's upon us so drink up
Or this headache's here to stay...
My headache's gone away.
