Lyric of Caravan GRANDMA'S LAWN,Composer:Richard Coughlan, Pye Hastings, David Sinclair, Richard Sinclair,Writer:Richard Coughlan, Pye Hastings, David Sinclair, Richard Sinclair
Singer : Caravan
Writer : Richard Coughlan, Pye Hastings, David Sinclair, Richard Sinclair
Composer : Richard Coughlan, Pye Hastings, David Sinclair, Richard Sinclair
Knees on legs, toes on feet, hair on chest, itchy vestWoolly pants, nylon socks,leather boots smash down the grassOh, grandma's lawn has just been mownTen feet tall, overgrown with weeds Cold blue light, warm red light, blue-green grass,jangling glassThese things I bough, Comisio sauce, Lima riceWater cress and Misco soup,so spare a thought for Albert Gott Coloured lights, see-through tights, moist-wet lips,heavy hipsSilvery sheets, crumbling thoughts, parting legs,curried eggsThe meal we had was very bad,too much Yin and not enough Yang Lost my plec, bloody heck, who's got my plec,break his neckThe rent's due, feeling blue, got no bread, so in the streetWe all will meet with nothing to doNo place to eat, nowhere to glue dolly friends To my surprise, in a teardrop reflected, a scene there is youSurrounded by vast carpet of bell-blue, there is me too