Deft Left Hand

You seem the type to follow the line
Went from cheery vagabondage to cold blooded luxury in four years
No lick spittle or pickthack from sycophant claw back flunky
Oh, i want to lay by your side
Oh, i will lay down and die if I can’t lay by your side
Weaker vessel or better half?
That Woman’s tears could be the death of me...oh dear
You know when she’s had a few she’ll be onto you there’s no letting up
But, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die if i can’t lay by your side
It may hap that these these are they - the golden years
So don’t despair don’t dismay dry your tears
Everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds
I had a blast off with the cast of a play on the radio
They were more liberal times
Destined to drone in monotone on your radio
It’s a little dream of mine
Oh but comments were less than complimentary
And the deft left hand it followed the right
I think about my happiest times and one of them
was sat in bed watching a documentary on murderers
A bearcat, a memosa and a view of arcady
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die if I can’t lay by your side
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I’ll surely lay down and die
I can’t lay by your side
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I’ll surely lay down and die by your side
Oh, I want to lay by your side