Forty something, don't call it out

 Love forty-

40 love

40/15, need an ace

40/30 maybe enough

Over the line

Let, first service

Let, let me be

Let us pray

Let his love show

40/40

In the midst of life we are in death

Advantage life

I've served my time

Timed my serve

All in the toss and the fall of the ball

The spring and the shot

The lob and the call

Don't call it out

I love the game, don't worry about it all

set point

Match point

Rain stops play

But I want to see the end!

Cliff Richard, strawberries and cream

We're all going on a summer holiday

Hooray!

The net is always there blowing in the cross wind

The dividing line between you and me

Between life and death

Strawberries and cream

Just look at the crowd

Watching me and you

eyes back and forth

Don't take your eyes off the ball

Forty, each fight for a point

To score

To leave your name on the board

But just play for the love of the game

You're only forty after all

From the prison

looking down from the prison

I'm still waiting behind these bars

I'm still waiting inside the prison

And I see all the pennies rolling down the cobbled street

And I see the mermaids leaning up against the lamposts

And all them rough sailors telling all their lewd jokes

But the mermaids aren't listening

Looking down from the prison

In my life time I have committed no crime

Unless it was the one that took away my prime

Love is a free bird

But I don't pay it any mind

Not while I'm looking at it and listening

From inside the prison -Looking down from the prison

There are the sailors who come in on their ships

And throw salt into the wounds

Where women sway their hips

And I think of mountains when I kiss her lips

And I lie in valleys when she touches finger tips

But I can't be doing with gems glistening

Not from my home inside the prison

Yes I got your letter yesterday

And I wrote you one too

Just like the monkey from inside the zoo

I here that you're doing well

I am too, just a little bizarre behind these steel bars

Looking down from the prison

Forty something

 Forty something

Forty something

It could be forty and one,

It could be forty and two

I'm forty something

It could forty and one day

It could be forty three

I'm forty something

I'm in my forties

I think I meant that you were better

When you were younger

But actually I think now

That you were worse

You are getting better like a wine

Something about the vintage is fine

There's a delicacy about being forty

It gives you an edge

Like a cut hedge

Until you are forty one

And then your edge has gone

It comes back at forty two

When you get an edge on your shoe

Because you bought a better one

Than the one before

All you are are your shoes

By the time you are sixty

There is very little else left to give you an edge

You are too round by that time

And then you must buy a hat

And perhaps a jacket after that

Then when you are sixty two

You will need a walking cane

A new brain, and a bus pass

But you are in your forties

You are forty something

And you do not need to think about that yet

It is not part of the furniture of your life

Grow a beard when you are forty five

And shave it off the next day

Changing of the guard

 She clung onto her soldier as he was changing guard

But a man cannot shoulder blame that falls on so hard

The Palace has been stormed

But the watch is on the ramparts

The ghost of a former world

Is drifting through the walls

The palisade is broken

The hill is on its knees

And the river it has over spilled

Out into the seas

Hold on to your soldier as he is changing guard

Don't you turn your back on me

We must protect the Queen in our own back yard

And country is a religion

For the nationalists are at the gate

And they're storming our own barricade

Shouting their lies and hate

And the patriot is dying strung up in a barbed wire fence

And they're burning the flag of liberty in a fire of ugly sense

We must be the watchdogs of a thinking common sense

We must show the courage as the guard changes post

And the 21 gun salute goes up

The ship of state does birth

And all the men and women gather round liberty's bright hearth

Be my own man

 One day in my life 

I would like

To be free

And I don't need you

I need you

I don't need you

One day in my life

I would like to be free of you

One day in my life

I would like my time to be for me

Then I could hold all the seconds in the world

In my hand

I would be my own man

One day in my life, I could be free

Free from the chains that bond me

Then you could be there, we could be together

And then I would never part

Then in the sand, in the sand

I would hold you

Then I would be my own man

One day in my life, I would like this

Just to hold you

Make it alright, make up the fight, make it through the night with you

Then I could stand on my own two feet

And be my own man

I could stand and be my own man

I saw a shooting star

 I saw a shooting star and poked my nose

I saw shooting star and how it grows

It comes up from afar and then it goes

Oh shooting star

I saw a shooting star and then it blows

Like a fire work in a car it never shows

Ever glowing shooting star,

I saw a shooting star and then it goes

Oh you're a shooting star to me

You're like the nights above when I'm trying to be free

You're like all the kinds of love in the sea

Yes you're a shooting, you're a shooting star

You're a shooting star to me

I saw a shooting star in the throes

It was burning brightly like somebody's clothes

And then it went out, without a doubt

Now I know you were my girl

You were my girl

Maybe if I'd had wished on you

Things would have been different

Maybe if I'd had made it come true

Things would have been different

But I ought to know

When I stopped seeing your glow

That it's only a time so brief that goes

I saw a shooting star tonight

And I lit a little candle light

And I remembered you then

When I went to bed

And I dreamed of all the stars

In my head

The garden of Eden

 Tap tap, ping pong

goes the horse and trap

Goes the right and wrong

Of every situation from here to Babylon

Come over her put your head in my arms

Let me caress your body let yourself feel my charms

In and out the blue yonder the stove pipe blew

And the puffing Billy came up the hill followed by 

The wild horse crew

Tap tap you go, all night long

like a magical tarantula of song

Sometimes I see your shadows

And sometimes I see your shade

Sometimes things are fluid

Sometimes they are well made

Do not be a druid on the road to Adelaid

It was hard enough to prove this stuff

Came from beyond the grave

Yes I see your skeleton dancing all behind the x ray plate

You know I see you shining but it seems like a big mistake

See through ballerina

See through and too late

The dance is over, but you know rover

And his number plate

While I'm here I might get busy

While here

The fires can wait

I'm up a ladder with an adder

And yet I can't climb the gate

Well Eden has my number and 

I'll garden there after eight

But if you shoot to kill

Then let it be God's will

I won't hesitate