Lullabye
William Bealby-Wright, Jim Parker (UK)
Lull, a lull now
Truce for a while
And a lull, a lull now
Aye, that's it
Why, we muddle along, don't we?
We rub along somehow
And bye and bye, there's a lull
Time to buy a little lull, lullabye
Meanwhile, back in the Skindeep Saloon, Whorebone County
The sheriff sat on his twitching trigger finger
Stimulating himself with curried favours
As the deputies mustered or put it another way
Cocktail time in the boardroom
The chairman of the board
Afloat on the blue haze of his corona, corona
And viewed across the еmpty rawhide prairie of his desk
Sat likе a solitary rose-coloured rock in Arizona
Or female hippopotamus on its nest
I sidled past Miss PVC
Knocked at the door and entered