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dragging my guitar ’round maternity ward
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i was in search of the umbilical chord
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but it was all in vain so i jumped on a train
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and when i reached my home the kids were on the patio
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looking quite upset , so i asked them what was wrong
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and they said “beware – there’s an albert hammond bootleg in the house
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in there , an albert hammond bootleg in the house , some man
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who introduced himself as stanley rous came in
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and left his albert hammond bootleg in the house” .
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talking to a girl on the south coast of france
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she was on an 18 – 30 but i still took a chance
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but on the last night ’neath the stars of marseilles
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she said that robin askwith was funny .
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oh god , how i longed for a dangerous wave
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so i could surf myself towards an early grave
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i would rather talk to plankton than to dance with you
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i hope your plane back home’s a dc 10 .
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oh god , how i longed for a dangerous wave
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so i could surf myself towards an early grave
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i would rather talk to plankton than to dance with you
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i hope your plane back home’s a dc 10 .
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oh – oh – oh – oh – oh , oh – oh – oh – oh – oh
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oh – oh – oh – oh – oh , oh – oh – oh – oh – oh
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oh – oh – oh – oh – oh , oh – oh – oh – oh – oh
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oh – oh – oh – oh – oh really .
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out of pure curiosity i dug up logie baird
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and i asked him what petrified forests see to make them all so scared .