vivian

This man was born in 1943
And kept me awake
Most nights in my teens
Oh he’s confusing because he’s unusual
I didn’t know if I had dreamt it
I heard so late at night
Now there’s a little bit less of England
Dada for now; there’s the rub
Oh for God’s sake man:
Either roll your sleeves up
Or decide to leave then down!
With a question-mark on your forehead
And that daft moustache
You’d declare:
«I'm bored with everything I touch and see!»
For God’s sake man:
Won’t you stand up straight
Don’t you know you’re letting every fine,
Upstanding British person down?
He’s confusing because he’s unusual
Sometimes now I dream about it
I wake up late at night
You made me speak differently
You made me want to write
For God’s sake man:
Either roll your sleeves up
Or leave then down!
For God’s sake man:
Don’t you know you’re letting everybody down?
For God’s sake man:
I wanted to tell you:
You made me change my name
For God’s sake man:
Either roll your sleeves up
Or leave then down!
For God’s sake man:
Don’t you know you’re letting everybody down?
For God’s sake man:
I wanted to tell you:
You made me change my name
To «Vivian»
«Vivian»
Vivian