She's got a new friend

 She's got a new friend

I don't doubt it

She's got a new friend

I want to shout it

She's got a new friend

And it don't mean much to me

I wish I could win

Her in the end

But I know that now

I'm just her old friend

Yes she's moved on

Like a ship in the sea

And I'm out here on my island

well I'm not complaining

And I'm not drowning

I'm just sorry to see

Her ship leaving me

 She's got a new friend

I don't doubt it

She's got a new friend

I want to shout it

She's got a new friend

And it don't mean much to me

You're not my type

 

E You're not my type G-E

Am I call it hype A G

Dm7 A little Am7 drunken Dsus4 D Tyke

Am Kind of tripe G-A

E You're not my type G

 

E I like it black

Am I like it white

E You're not my type G

 

F You think you're Zebra

C I don't like stripes

E You're not my type G

 

You know a leopard

Can't change his spots

Well this old beggar 

looks strange not hot

You're not my type

 

I like to write

I don't mean left wing

I don't mean right

E You're not my type G

 

I just think you should choose

To get on your bike

You're not my type

 

I wouldn't ride you

It's not my like

So just walk in my shoes

You're not my type

gardening lines 2

 Can you disencumber your cucumber?

Or disentangle your runner beans?

Or extricate your carrots

from their unpleasant scene

Disencucumber me means

Just removing my cucumber from your vines

For I got it stuck there when I crossed some lines

Forgive me, I didn't realize I confused your bed with mine

At least we can say the grapes had a good crop

And we did enjoy the wine

I shouldn't think to tangle up

Again in your runner beans

But they do keep running on and on

If you know what I mean?

I should like to disembarrass myself

from your brussel sprouts

But they keep looking at me

And beyond that I have no doubt

I could never leave the allotment

That lies down next to thine

But I'll probably

Be put right myself

Because I seemed to have crossed the line

Gardening tips number five

 Give a man a hoe

An his weeds won't grow

Give a man the heave-ho

And either the weed is so big that

He needs help pulling it out

Or you are firing him

Little Prick of Love

 

C G F

C G F

Am C G F

C G F                              

Oh C little prick of F love I can feel C yer

Oh C little prick of F love nice to meet C yer

I've Em got a Am little prick of love And it's trying to F greet yer G

                                                    

Oh Am you don't like G injections F And you're afraid of blood

Well C this is divine G intervention C My little prick of love

 

It'll C only hurt a F little C And yes it will bleed                                 

Em But just like a Am needle F It is going to G succeed      

At Am combating G your love sickness F You know you suffer a disease

Dm You can't love C another F Without starting to seize

F   Em-F                         

So C let me F give you  C My little injection

I'm Em just like Am a doctor F You need G examination                                          

Am And it could add C years to your life  F Or it could set you free

Dm My little prick C of love will F look after you, you’ll see

C   G F

C G F

Am C G F

C G F                             

If C I were a F snail  It would be C minute

So Em just think you're lucky AM And don't F get cute G                   

If Am you want to get C ahead You know you have to F push                           

Dm And my little prick of C love Is like a F thorn on a sloe bush                                               

Am Sometimes the sloe gin G comes so thick it's a sin  

Dm Sometimes the bush is F so hard to get in                                              

Am But with a little back and forth F A little pull and shove                   

G That's how you'll feel my F Little prick of love

G  F G F                         

C Oh little prick of F love I can feel C yer

Oh little prick of F love Now we’re togeth G er                                            

Am We’ve got a little prick of C love And it's now and forev F er        

Our Am little prick of G love ties us togeth F er

C G F

Am  G F

Am C G F

Am C G F

On failure and success

I could have succeeded in an exam

I could have lengthened my life span

But you know would I still be who I am

Or would I have compromised?

For life is full of truths and lies

What we tell ourselves

Comes as no surprise

But what others see of the true self

Belies our projected hologram

Our public persona, 

If it's accepted,

 is mona 

Lisa smile of conceit

Or self satisfied

Competitive edge

To match esteem in others' eyes

Yet what is it this public self

That must be held upon

Such a high shelf

And where or how to measure

The other in a soulful equilibrium plasma

Some gell of unconscious desires

That we all swim around

Like creatures in soup

Flies stuck perhaps

Fallen from skies

Or else amphibious lizards

Rising out of the goop

And how do you keep it all together?

Dry spell

 It's a dry spell

And the heat is in my mind

They're clearing out the drains

I'm falling far behind

It's a dry spell

And I'm shooting out my brains

The apples are falling off

The tree limbs

It's a dry spell

And we're waiting for the rains

The well has run dry

The reservoirs are drained

It's a dry spell

And we're waiting for the rain

The brocoli can't grow

No carrots on the trains

The ships masts sway

But there's no wind again

As we're waiting for the rain

It's dry spell in my mind

Gotta asking yourself

If it's you or him

Because the man in the mirror is always

Gonna win