How many times have I been around?

Recycled papers paving the ground

Well she lives for the written word

And people come second, or possibly third

And there is no style, but I say owell done@

To the Girl Least Likely To

Oh deep in my heart I wish I was wrong

But deep in my heart I know I am not

And there's enough gloom in her world, I'm certain

Without my contribution

So I sit, and I smile, and I say owell done@

To the Girl Least Likely To

Page after page of sniping rage

An English singe or an American tinge

oThere's a publisher,@ she said in the new year

oIt's never in this year@

I do think this but I can't admit it

To the Girl Least Likely To

So one more song with no technique

One more song which seems all wrong

And oh, the news is bad again

See me as I am again

And the Scales of Justice sway one way

In the rooms of those least likely to

Oh deep in my heart how I want to be wrong

But the moods and the styles too frequently change

>From 21 to 25, from 25 to 29

And I sit, and I smile and I say owell done@

To the Girl Least Likely To

Oh one more song about The Queen

Or standing around the shops with Bees

oBut somebody's got to make it!@ she screams

oSo why why can't it be me?@

But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart

Which is hurt

So how many times will I shed a tear

And another stage of verse to cheer

When you shine in the public eye, my dear

Please remember these nights

When I sit in support with a dutiful smile

Because there's nothing I can say

So chucking and churning and turning the knife

On everything, except your own life

And a clock somewhere strikes midnight

And an explanation it drains me

If only there could be a way



There is a different mood all over the world

[A different tune on familiar views

And Guiness that could all be for you]

So will you come down and I'll meet you

With no more poems, with nothing to hit

Oh darling, it's all for you