Robyn Hitchcock & the Egyptians
The Yip Song
The old man, he was flesh-they wheeled him in upon a trolleyVera Lynn, Vera LynnDraw a window on his skinThis old man, he was next-blindfolded to face the volleyVera Lynn, Vera LynnLove will come of all our sinsPainted on my tail fin now Vera LynnThis old man preserved-in his mind he lay with MollyVera Lynn, Vera LynnSepticemia always winsCleanse us with your healing grin nowVera LynnComa high, coma lowBlood is precious, yes or no?I believe in surgery-and that's a factI believe in making it easyI believe in surgery, but I never actI believe in making it easyEasy...This old man, he was gone-he was gone and I was sorryVera Lynn, Vera LynnDown I spiral, down I spinForces sweetheart, I'm your twin nowVera LynnYip
From Letras Mania