baxter dury
picnic on the edge
cuddle and wait a huddle on the floor cool cats all a muddle at the door what a bore. badger just score barking at the dark face like a basking jar she's a dark princess she doesn't really need this shes waiting vivid west wood do you mind if i kiss you? have a little cuddle? there's no way that's going to go silly little rave queen mumbling dirty options sitting on my lap who am i the sort of chap watching you dance a bit scared now then badgers snuggling up with ambitions breaking my love and all the posh girls are laughing and i've got to think quick who am i who am i! so the taxi drives off into the mistic and i bid fairwell to you i'm stuck a badger and his crew lowing it down in poetry i'll sit on this fence forever except all living