France

"Pete and Carl mumbling"







The ideal girl,



In London from France,



Came over then left me,



she left me in trance,



Now I have to get by once again on my own,



Nothing but Memories.







So I remember your eyes



that unique shade of brown,



While these blue eyes of mine



they stay closed



I kissed you goodbye on the M109,



I choked as I watched the bus go-o-o.







(weeeelll another scat-cat come in),



Choking and smoking to your angelic soul,



I'm Choking and smoking myself into a hole,



Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream,



and to cry out your na-a-ame,







"Solo and mumbling"