Yes'n she's bad eyed
and she's loveless
A young man's fancy
and an old man's dream
I'm self raising and I flower
in her company
Give me no sugar
without her cream
She's a warm fart at Christmas
She's a breath of champagne
on sparkling night
Yes'n she's bad eyed
and she's loveless
Turns other women
to envious green
Yes'n she's bad eyed
and she's loveless
She's a young man's vision
in my old man's dream
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born