My Funny Serpentine

I'd offer to help but I'd lose my fedora
There's just a ghost beneath this white linen
In my youth I dreamt of Robert Graves
Now my blood and my hair is thinning
Epitaphs in the glittering waves
So let's have a shave and go back to the beginning
Before we losers, nan
Golden children winning

He burst from the room with a labrys hung from his scrotum and a wreath around his waist
Jumped on the table licking his lips and said, "I'll show you really fucking bad taste"
His kids rolled their eyes, he drooled and laughed
His dad slips into the pink of his past
Coiling his stiff old spine in a loop
Unhinging his jaw to devour his arse

Put your little hands in mine
My funny serpentine
All singing "Auld Lang Syne"
M-m-m-m-m-my funny serpentine
Put your little hands in mine
My funny serpentine
All singing "Auld Lang Syne"
My funny serpentine
Oh!
My funny serpentine
My funny serpentine
My funny serpentine
My funny serpentine
Woah!
Woah!



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Roland Allbrook, Jay Watson, Joseph Ryan, James Terry, James Ireland
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