Bottle tops and plastic bags, cardboard cups and empty wraps.
Silver foil the chocolate gone and Mc Donalds bags blown along.
Dog mess left by lazy owners and cigarette butts tosed and thrown.
The rain so fine it frosts your glasses, the wind blows it and soaks your mac.
Shake dog shake as the rain soaks in, passing freinds as we walk by, the doorman always gives him a pat.
Then pass the noise of the latest gig as we come to where he likes to sit.
A pint of Guinness for his soaken dad and pats and cuddles from all his fans.
Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
Bottle tops and plastic bags, cardboard cups and empty wraps.
Silver foil the chocolate gone and Mc Donalds bags blown along.
Dog mess left by lazy owners and cigarette butts tosed and thrown.
The rain so fine it frosts your glasses, the wind blows it and soaks your mac.
Shake dog shake as the rain soaks in, passing freinds as we walk by, the doorman always gives him a pat.
Then pass the noise of the latest gig as we come to where he likes to sit.
A pint of Guinness for his soaken dad and pats and cuddles from all his fans.
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