richard thompson
let it blow
He was a species on the verge of extinction She was an Air New Zealand hostess They were mystically joined, like Rawicz and Landauer Like Pinky and Perky, like Porgy and Bess O he loved the pursuit and the romance But the details were more of a chore When the bride’s veil lifted, his mind soon drifted At least that’s what happened before CHORUS Let It Blow, let it snow, Let the mercury bubble and dive Life’s little traumas and courtroom dramas Remind me I’m glad I’m alive O she loved the clinking of glasses When the toast was to nobles and princes In the conjugal nest she was seen at her best, With her keen eye for curtains and chintzes She had all of the furniture ordered By the time they were naming the date And her mother came speeding from distant Dunedin To help with the flowers and cake At the Chapel of Partial Remembrance The ushers went into a seizure Mr Bacchus, they said, Should we stand on our heads Would sackcloth and ashes displease you? And they honeymooned down in Ibiza Where the sun and the nightlife were hot As she lay on the sand, he said, isn’t it grand? I bring all of my wives to this spot. A life of volcanic activity Left him nothing to spout but hot air A long interruption since his last eruption Was disguised by sheer devil-may-care But some charm and some skill and maneouvre Had him rising to meet the occasion And for once, they found bliss, but news of their tryst Got to Fleet Street, and caused a sensation The Press was baying for blood now They gave them a week at the most We were all glad to see it reach weeks two and three But the fourth week, the whole thing was toast And she dragged her tail back to New Zealand With threats of High Court and revenge Meanwhile his eye did stray to the ample bustier Of a novelty dancer from Penge