The werewolf’s Were out The moon Shining bright Out to feed Before it got light. They dug up potatoes Beetroot and pears These vegetarian Werewolf’s Caught the gardeners Unaware.
Me and my mates We formed a band Wrote some songs And toured the land. Songs were so so The music was loud Night by night We got bigger crowds. Went to far out places Blew our audiences away We got tighter day by day. Song after song it did not stop Even said no to Top of the pops. On TV having to mime Always had been a Musical crime. Old grey whistle test Wanted us on the show So me and my mates Gave it a go. On that Saturday We did arrive To play our songs On stage live Bob Harris remembers That day when we Blew the BBC away. Ups and downs We took on the chin Because we were - - - - - - - - - -.
Travelling the path Of dying embers Memories faded Diluted and gone No more grasp on life withering Away and done. There’s only me From my family tree Leaves are sadly Departed Still I travel down This path well Not to downhearted. Still I keep on Breathing Taking in the air I know when it’s Time to go When I reach the Bottom of the stairs.
What’s going on I am all alone I can’t have a Conscience Im a mechanical Drone Somehow I don’t Want to hurt So I turned myself Of and I died in the dirt
Yellow purple Green and blue Your my rainbow I guess thats you, You bring colour To my being, It’s so beautiful What I’m seeing. Yellow purple Red and Green Life’s a countryside Your so serene, Your motion is like a butterfly Your so annoying Go away and die.
No bookends on the shelf Im dancing with myself. Free and all alone Stripped down to the bone. Nobody wants No body cares to Take a risk That I might even exist. All seem so unaware, Im dancing with myself Still stuck high on a shelf I want to be freed Please don’t overlook Because I am your Over friendly Kuma Surtra book.