The day, it rumbles and tumbles and falls headlong…into the ditch.
The ditch of despair as another one falls for its wiles and guiles and lecherous disguise…yes, I’ll have one more if you please!
It’s booze on the breath and all close to death as the day rumbles and tumbles right back into that ditch of repeated despair.
Yes, I’ll comb my hair and have yet another, if you please!
Platitudes and gratitudes abound at the pub. Where Kings can be Kings and Queens can be Queens. Where frivolity reins and jest runs so freely.
And this is the sound as I rumble and tumble and fall headlong…into the ditch…of despair brought asunder with murderous plunder.
Yes…bring me another, if you please!