Do it all again and onagain.
Turntables and rusty old cables at the heart of the
Haywain.
Every grain of sand experienced as a grain of gas,
A fixture of dust before the Big Bang,
Stand on a shoulder of lemon giants and grass root
Badgers.
Cold irons bound in trouble, caught hand in hand,
Along side the Salisbury Plain, with a rainbow,
Come sundown, the rainbow is still sitting,
Underneath the spire,
There's ice creams for hire,
Over the miked up gem of disgrace and upgrades,
Speciality over and under, come rain, come shine,
I feel fine, do it all again and then some.
Grass garbage and a garage chimpanzee,
Itching for space amongst the car parts and forest grumps.
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