Lyrics:

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



Weaked 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 hap that these 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 documentary on murderers

A bearcat, a memosa and a view of arcady



Oh, I want to lay by your side

Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side



Oh, I want to lay by your side

Oh, I'll surely lay down and die

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



Oh, I want to lay by your side