Wensleydale Cheese
We crashed last night at teatime,
just as they were serving a light meal,
the pilot’s dead, or so he said, when we buried him.
As we look around the wreckage,
we recognise some of the faces,
the drummer’s dead, or so he said, when we asked him.
But at least we’ve got our guitars,
two cool krauts emerging from the fuselage,
yes, we’ve got our guitars,
and now we wish to play them as we are rock stars.
This has gotta be one of God’s coldest places,
I think we better sleep in our guitar cases,
the roadie’s not breathing, the bass player’s bleeding,
but it’s on the backing singers that we shall be feeding.
But at least we’ve got our guitars,
two cool krauts emerging from the fuselage,
yes we’ve got our guitars,
and we’ll play and we’ll play,
and we’ll play and we’ll play,
and we’ll play… ’til we die.
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