Some song lyrics misheard over the cafe hubbub…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Toady’s existential angst is centred around the idea of elbows.
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‘You stand on my hips…’
‘Moon-day me – my sated dream…’
‘Girl, I never know oh oh…’
‘I been cleaned, hey listen!’
‘Now box shoes, oh oh…’
‘Minna corner – star me!’
‘You always lean it on me girl, no no no…’
‘Diddy did… Diddy did, oh oh…’
‘I really dream-feel, you snarpy!’
‘Something inside me, whoa!…’
‘Baby baby baby, tip your nose.’
‘Summon sunshine, and nearly eels…’
‘Oh Baxter, you love wilt some day.’
‘Ah tickle eye, oh knee!’
‘Tumble boot, will you love me?’
‘I show you ash. No?…’
‘You were strange for me.’
‘Guilty bootiful, lefty wool, yes…’
‘I don’t why, oh now!’
‘You are strong and low, lemon stamp heaven.’
‘Unibank and tennis ball girl.’
‘Love dirndl dirndl, friend leaf spoke.’
‘I was so pie fortunate.’
‘I surrender the first tile.’

Why not try singing these lyrics to the tune of Elton John’s Candle in the Wind?

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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