Love is nothing in tennis
And tennis means nothing to me
Except when it’s girls
With their shorts, and their curls
I love that, I suppose
Praise be!
I like coffee
Yeah, I like tea
And, I like sitting on
My old man’s knee
But, when there ‘isn’t nowt in’t’ cup
We talk about the first thing
That crops up
I liked Tycho
He liked me
I spiked him with mercury
Cos, God told me, the only way
To find the truth, was to make him pay
The best time to tax rich people, is when they’re truly dead
Till then, we’ll fuel drool, over any fool, who shares bread
For, if the richest man piled up all his dollars, under his bed to store
And jumped!
It would take 23 minutes, for that chap, to hit the floor
If he balanced every single one of his coins, on top of each other
He could just climb up to Mars, and step off, with his current lover
For, after love and revenge, …karma, ‘success’ is the sweetest thing
And if you survive to make it big, you can change the song, we all sing