Aunty Mabel

All the music stopped because your aunt is sleeping in
Even though it's lunchtime and your grandad's gardening
Mower's making noises that could cross the galaxy
And everyone can hear it but your aunty Valerie
She can't hear music when it starts
With all the complicated noises in her heart
Following the colours that they're manufacturing
Sleeping like a baby in a sugar bag factory

Climbing to the rooftops of your homes in Swadlincote
Crocodiles and tigers fight for sprinting antelope
All the swans are flapping at giraffes in Stapenhill
And everyone can hear it but your aunty Mabel
She can't hear the music when it starts
With all the complicated noises in her heart
Following the colours that they're manufacturing
SLEEPING, LIKE A BABY!

Take her home and hang her up to dry
Heaven's opened, and the sun went without saying goodbye
Is there a small chance, a slim chance, or a vague possibility
That all of these animals could possibly, or eventually move?
Eventually move



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Writer(s): Scott Marson
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