You seem the type to follow the line Went from cheery vagabondage to cold blooded luxury in four years No lick spittle or pickthack from sycophant claw back flunky Oh, i want to lay by your side Oh, i will lay down and die if I can’t lay by your side
Weaker vessel or better half? That Woman’s tears could be the death of me...oh dear You know when she’s had a few she’ll be onto you there’s no letting up But, I want to lay by your side Oh, I will lay down and die if i can’t lay by your side
It may hap that these these are they - the golden years So don’t despair don’t dismay dry your tears Everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds
I had a blast off with the cast of a play on the radio They were more liberal times Destined to drone in monotone on your radio It’s a little dream of mine
Oh but comments were less than complimentary And the deft left hand it followed the right
I think about my happiest times and one of them was sat in bed watching a documentary on murderers A bearcat, a memosa and a view of arcady
Oh, I want to lay by your side Oh, I will lay down and die if I can’t lay by your side
Oh, I want to lay by your side Oh, I’ll surely lay down and die I can’t lay by your side
Oh, I want to lay by your side Oh, I’ll surely lay down and die by your side