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by jack4daw

It’s not romance that makes me wear my breeks in bed tonight

if Lizzie laid a hand on me I’d surely die of fright

No passion keeps my hand installed inside my dungarees

You see I’ve had a bit of luck upon the old gee gees

But years of going to bed quite rich and rising stony broke

Have made me hang onto my loot I tell you it’s no joke

Old Betsy’s swift as any deer and quicker than a flash

And if I make just one mistake I’ll lose my hard earned cash

so as I lie here counting sheep and where the money goes……

Oh no she’s got my wad again…….. Why did I scratch my nose ?



© jack4daw 2011


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