Po

Despite all the raining and the wind and the snow,
nobody ever saw him, nobody saw Po.
Born to no parents, no conceivable birth,
occupies mass and space with no value of worth.

And who are you? who are you?
poor old Po where has he been,
his eyes in the mirror are the only thing that shows him.

Colours and shapes only laugh at him,
outlines have stated their distain for his frail frame.
But then one night at his home in a tree,
came a rat tat tattle on his door that made him feel unease

And who could this be? who could this be?
Mr Po where have you been, I'm a taxman official
and you owe quite a bean!

Poor old Po! Oh where did you go?!
Once upon a time you played in his mind but
the cruel tricks of time had planned for you to resign
from your post, now just a ghost
Poor old Po how hard you were hit, you'll have to wait in line to
claim your social benefit



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Savage, Phil Christie, Alan Comerford, Brendan Fennessy, Richie Walsh
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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