You seem the type to follow the lineWent from cheery vagabondage to cold blooded luxury in four yearsNo lick spittle or pickthack from sycophant claw back flunkyOh, i want to lay by your sideOh, i will lay down and die if I canât lay by your sideWeaker vessel or better half?That Womanâs tears could be the death of me…oh dearYou know when sheâs had a few sheâll be onto you thereâs no letting upBut, I want to lay by your sideOh, I will lay down and die if i canât lay by your sideIt may hap that these these are they – the golden yearsSo donât despair donât dismay dry your tearsEverything is for the best in the best of all possible worldsI had a blast off with the cast of a play on the radioThey were more liberal timesDestined to drone in monotone on your radioItâs a little dream of mineOh but comments were less than complimentaryAnd the deft left hand it followed the rightI think about my happiest times and one of themwas sat in bed watching a documentary on murderersA bearcat, a memosa and a view of arcadyOh, I want to lay by your sideOh, I will lay down and die if I canât lay by your sideOh, I want to lay by your sideOh, Iâll surely lay down and dieI canât lay by your sideOh, I want to lay by your sideOh, Iâll surely lay down and die by your sideOh, I want to lay by your side