Mona-Lisa

It’s by our failures
That we progress on
Down through history
Isn’t it crazy
Some inventive mothers
Were glorified through luck
It was a failure
Out of an absent mind
Down by the Chateau Fizz
That made it bubble
In his bottle of wine
Sweet Lord I’m hooked
Mona-Lisa was probably one
Just a slip of the pencil
And her glory had come
The smile she’s wearing
It ain’t nothing but a wrong
Just a slip of the pencil
And her song was sung
It was a failure
Made by a Chinese man
Down by the carry out
That made his powder-keg
Turn into fireworks
When he stubbed out his fag
It was a pleasure
Found by the one who popped
Popcorn to our world
He did’t mean to
But that’s the way it goes
«Right time, right place»