My mate Vincent
Diamond geezer
Loved poppy juice
And his Mona Lisa
Upon a darken starry night
He would show her
His guiding light,
With all his sunflowers
And a wooden chair
Mona Lisa wanted to share
My mate Vincent
Diamond geezer
Did everything for mona
But could not please her.
This left Vincent very sad
Down and out feeling bad
Of to the asylum
With a smile there he
Would paint and stay awhile
He always missed his Mona Lisa
He still died a earless geezer