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alexthomasdavis - meanwhile lyrics

i saw a tramp he was dirty and worried
on the plus side he was never that hurried
on the downside his clothes smelt of curries
it was lucky he knew how to live off of berries
all of this time the b-mble bees mumbled
cross country trains still rattled and rumbled
tupperware parties sold out of tumbles
wimbledon stares for glances at wombles
i saw a man he had really dark stubble
on the plus side he scored top points at pinball
on the downside he was awful at scrabble
it was magic to see him suck smoke out of bubbles
all of this time the new mothers mingled
doctors with scratches diagnosed shingles
speed dating fairs for continual singles
children with matches re-organise kindle
i saw a boy he was simple and muttered
on the plus side he could spread his own b-tter
on the down side his mum lived in gutters
it was tragic to see how some people suffer
all of this time the tide crept and tumbled
i cooked an appled it turned and it crumbled
oscar nominations so humble so humble
my itchy feet got scratchy and fungal
i saw a girl she was drunk and she stumbled
on the plus side she had really cute dimples
on the down side she would down shots and fumble
it was tragic to see her suck spit out of bottles
all of this time there was friction at bingo
blackcurrant wars for ribena and vimto
made up names like jenga and slingo
harrisons death for john paul and ringo
i saw a suit and he walked like a tyrant
on the plus side his tie was quite vibrant
on the downside he was awkwardly silent
it was magic to see him sponsor an island
all of this time the second hand circled
sea eagles still tried to break open turtles
cross-pollination for flowers unfertile
some crazy girl buys everything purple
i saw a lady she ate like a falcon
on the plus side she made visitors welcome
on the downside she would struggle with vaccuums
it was magic to see how she reused the breadcrumbs
when the sun shines old gentlemen grumble
when the clouds rain old women sell jumble
clumsy fingers still trying on thimbles
cruschendoes built from crashes of cymbals
la la la la…
na na na…

- alexthomasdavis lyrics

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