Don't like your stare

Don't like the arm in the air

Your style is so brash

And that silly moustache



It was, tabletalk



The evil i see

Sends bad vibrations through me

And oh what a square

With your diagonal hair



It was, tabletalk



L said to gilly

'how do you do tabletalk?'

'how do you do tabletalk?'

And this is what she said;

'love love love love...'



The love of his life

Too close to become a wife

And the death of this girl

Came close to saving the world



From his tabletalk