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