In the 1920s a man with a box came to stay In the 1930s the man with a box went away In the 1940s a man with a box went beserk In the 1950s the man with
Sitting in a garden with a face like a granite statue I am winter solstice waiting like a granite statue Just like a granite statue I will come when
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I'm reversible, So edible I'm the Machine of Menace You put me in your place So go on, the pleasure's mine I gotta see your face You put me in your
will bother me I'll wrap myself in bandages Till it gets ridiculous And nobody will bother me Drink the Elixir With Saturn on the stopwatch There's hope for me
be there, in heaven I'm gonna fly my motorbike to you I don't know why But I've got a good idea that we'll meet again some day It makes me cry There'
Waiting upstate in the pines There's a man Whose arms are twisted round the vines Looking out for her to show But she's late The sound of the crickets
a parrot, bone-chilled How does my face look today? Don a smart cane in a dandy way My head is full I cannot think Slip downstairs for a secret lemonade drink Lemonade drink
Everyone is twisted Except the girl with the funny tattoo on her ankle Funny tattoo on her knee, (I wish it was me) Money and pleasure make me tick,
And know it wasn't over You never said you loved me Even when we crowded out the children from the sofa I hope you overhear me I hope you overhear me
me fine And I'm out of time, But we'll all be fine And now I'm knackered and feeling kind But I'm not even worth a dime And that suits me fine, And that
Don't take me there tonight To the Sheperd's Isle They say there's people walking in towelling dressing gowns Awaiting trial I don't want to go I don
Say it's not so I can't even chant in the bath I'm so alone I'm coming home I need the warmth of the hearth The antique phone Here comes the hearth
I've got an itch that I can't fix I'm gonna get your mother to mix me a drink Just think She takes my hand to put it up her skirt I'll call you up to
