Grandma’s Lawn – Caravan – letras

Knees on legs, toes on feetHair on chest, itchy vestWoolly pants, nylon socksLeather boots smash down the grassOh, grandma’s lawn has just been mownTen feet tall, overgrown with weedsCold blue light, warm red lightBlue-green grass, jangling glassThese things I bought, Comisio sauceLima rice, water cress and Misco soupSo spare a thought for Albert GottColoured lights, see-through tightsMoist-wet lips, heavy hipsSilvery sheets, crumbling thoughtsParting legs, curried eggsThe meal we had was very badToo much Yin and not enough YangLost my plec, bloody heckWho’s got my plec, break his neckThe rent’s due, feeling blueGot no bread, so in the streetWe all will meet with nothing to doNo place to eat, nowhere to glue dolly friendsTo my surprise, in a teardrop reflectedA scene there is youSurrounded by vast carpet of bell-blueThere is me too