
Recently my life is just like a life of pants. Oh dear... Hmmmm... 'sigh...
Life Of Pants
I Live With My Mates
Screwed Up In The Drawer
Squashed Flat At The Back
Passed Over. Ignored
Everyday In The Morning
We're All 'Sorted Out'
Snatched, Grabbed And Stared At
And Twisted About
Whoever Gets Lucky
Is Pulled On And Worn
Which Is Nice
Because Life On A Bottom
Is Warm!
But It Doesn't Last Long
Till You Hear Yourself Scream
As You're Locked In And Drowned
In The Washing Machine
I sm so bored at home. How I wish I can go oversea with my house together...
Hmmmm...
Wouldn't it would be great
If when you went on holiday
Your house could go on holiday, too?
Whole terraces could disappear together
For boozy weekends in Ibiza.
Semi-detacheds could rekindle romance
Side by side on moonlit beaches.
You'd find bungalows backpacking
And Chalets criss-crossing he Channel.
Detached houses going solo
Seeking dates or mates on single trips,
While apartment blocks could take package tours
Jetting to Jamaica in Jumbos
Just imagine houses hitting the holiday trail,
Forming orderly queues on major roads
Then crowding holiday beach.
Imagine houses surfing or sunbathing,
Jumping into swimming pools, keeping cool.
See them paragliding or rock climbing,
Scuba diving or horse riding.
So much better than brooding, silent and empty,
Rooms filled with gloom, windows like sad eyes,
Blinking back tears.
How much better it would be for houses
To have a holiday break like us!
Life Of Pants
I Live With My Mates
Screwed Up In The Drawer
Squashed Flat At The Back
Passed Over. Ignored
Everyday In The Morning
We're All 'Sorted Out'
Snatched, Grabbed And Stared At
And Twisted About
Whoever Gets Lucky
Is Pulled On And Worn
Which Is Nice
Because Life On A Bottom
Is Warm!
But It Doesn't Last Long
Till You Hear Yourself Scream
As You're Locked In And Drowned
In The Washing Machine
I sm so bored at home. How I wish I can go oversea with my house together...
Hmmmm...
Wouldn't it would be great
If when you went on holiday
Your house could go on holiday, too?
Whole terraces could disappear together
For boozy weekends in Ibiza.
Semi-detacheds could rekindle romance
Side by side on moonlit beaches.
You'd find bungalows backpacking
And Chalets criss-crossing he Channel.
Detached houses going solo
Seeking dates or mates on single trips,
While apartment blocks could take package tours
Jetting to Jamaica in Jumbos
Just imagine houses hitting the holiday trail,
Forming orderly queues on major roads
Then crowding holiday beach.
Imagine houses surfing or sunbathing,
Jumping into swimming pools, keeping cool.
See them paragliding or rock climbing,
Scuba diving or horse riding.
So much better than brooding, silent and empty,
Rooms filled with gloom, windows like sad eyes,
Blinking back tears.
How much better it would be for houses
To have a holiday break like us!







