The neighbours are out in the garden today Cutting grass with the mower they bought on Ebay But the blades are too blunt So they took a punt And let the lawn turn to hay.
A visiting lethario from Rome Kissed my hand and said, 'Please take me home.' I replied, “On yer bike” "I'll follow on my trike" But safer to leave him to roam.
We had both gone our separate ways Since those long ago, far off days, But memories are golden Some tears I couldn’t hold in Our shared past was a happy phase.
I`d love to make her look pretty And take her clothes shopping up in the city, A complete change of style It will all be worthwhile And we'll end up singing a ditty