Squonk ̩ РPart One
Like father like son
Not flesh nor fish nor bone
A red rag hangs from an open mouth
Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle
A-tumbling and a-bumbling he will go
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men
Could never put a smile on that face
He’s a sly one, he’s a shy one
Wouldn’t you be too
Scared to be left all on this own
Hasn’t a, hasn’t a friend to play with the Ugly Duckling
The pressure on, the bubble will burst before our eyes
All the while in perfect time
His tears are falling on the ground
With grateful thanks to Mike Rutherford, Phil Collins, Tony Banks, Steve Hackett, a.k.a. Genesis
Dedicated to Massimo Morelli
April 22nd, 2003 at 16:49
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