Tell a story, tell it quick, it must be dear. A country rambling for the folk, who want to cheer. There was a guy I used to know, he'd done it all, But when he left I could not face the painted hall Oh-oh-oh, you still occur time-to-time, Oh-oh-oh, another day, you'd be fine. Other things that happened there I won't discuss, The inner circle and their pets, then of course, was us. The common room I have to say, was greek to me, On rainy days, the saints complained, endlessly. Ah-ah-oh, it still occurs, time to time. Ah-ah-oh, another day, you'd be mine. Don't take, all I say, To The Waves. Don't take, all I say, if it's late. There was a girl; she wasn't nice, so obviously, I took a shine, but she did not take one to me. Persistence paid, I won the chase, a lovely sight, But I was only one of three, in the same night. Ah-ah-oh, it makes me smile, all the time. Ah-ah-oh, another day, you'd be mine. Don't take, all I say, To The Waves. Don't take, all I say, if it's late. Don't dig, up my past, with your spade, Don't take, all I say, To The Waves. |
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