Summer of ’75
I remember the summer of ’75,
I was your husband,
And I was your wife,
We lived in a tent made of parsley and sage,
And we looked at each other and smiled.
I played the drums,
Whilst I played the flute,
Crash, bang wallop,
And root-a-toot-toot,
We ate thousands of turnips,
Never asking why,
in the summer of ’75.
Oh, reflections of you in the waterfall,
cascading through my mind,
Oh, reflections of you,
still waters run deep,
in the summer of ’75.
My eyes were blue,
While my eyes were black,
I smoked a church warden,
While I smoked some crack.
You murdered my wife, And then buried her alive,
in the summer of ’75.
I held your hand while you had a wee,
Sloosh went the urine up against a tree,
You shook your penis, and where the droplets lay,
grew a beautiful waterland glade.
Oh, reflections of you in the waterfall,
cascading through my mind,
Oh, reflections of you,
still waters run deep,
in the summer of ’75,
We slept in an orchard,
On a tapestry rug,
And drank fine mead from an old Saxon jug,
We gazed in wonder,
As Frampton came alive,
in the summer of ’75.
Oh, eflections of you in the waterfall,
cascading through my mind,
Oh, reflections of you,
still waters run deep,
in the summer of ’75,
in the summer of ’75,
in the summer of ’75,
in the summer of ’75,
in the summer of ’75.
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