The Ballad of A
The sportsmen in the woods say that it's only birds they shoot
They flash to bang each weekend but you just cant bare to look
With a thousand channels popping up there's nothing on TV
You believe in breakfast but you only sip a little tea.
There's a wedding in the church and so we will have to move our cars
They park the Hondas and the Rovers but can't do a clean reverse
Just a quarter mile for the bridal smile and verse of poetry
You believe in breakfast but you only sip a little tea.
The west wind blew so hard that it tipped up the trampoline
The earthworks grew and flourished but the weeds still intervened
On summer nights through northern lights the stillness set you free
You believe in breakfast but you only sip a little tea.
If you have a need to break up then sub-primes could leave you burned
The little cat walked down the road but then she never did return
The rain poured down on the muddy ground and you came to comfort me
You believe in breakfast but you only sip a little tea.
The venues and the hotels chase all the cash they can
For good clear guides to fix your life social networks understand
Where the money goes I just don't know everybody wants their fee
You believe in breakfast but you only sip a little tea.
Some fine day soon we'll wear raccoon and share a welcome meal
Family dialogue Kylie Minogue and the happy way you feel
Till then you'll work I'll wish you luck and we'll build some inventory
You believe in breakfast but you only sip a little tea.
I get a little older and the plumbing goes on strike
There are cobwebs in the garage and flat tyres on your bike
At a hundred and four you'll still explore and I hope you'll think of me
You believe in breakfast but you only sip a little tea.
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