Deft Left Hand

You seem the type to follow the line
Went from cheery vagabondage to cold blooded luxury in four years
No lick spittle or pickthack from sycophant claw back flunky

Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die
If I can't lay by your side

Weaker vessel or better half?
That woman's tears could be the death of me, oh dear
You know when she's had a few she'll be onto you there's no letting up

But, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die
If I can't lay by your side

It may happen that these are they
The golden years
So don't despair, don't dismay, dry your tears
Everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds

I had a blast off with the cast of a play on the radio
They were more liberal times
Destined to drone in monotone on your radio
It's a little dream of mine

On but comments were less than complimentary
And the deft left hand it followed the right
I think about my happiest times
And one of them was sat in bed watching a
A documentary on murderers
A bearcat, a memosa, and a view of arcady

Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will surely lay down and die
If I can't lay by your side

I want to see you, lay by your side
Oh, I'll surely lay down and die
If I can't lay by your side

Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die
If I can't lay by your side

I want to lay by your side