I Stole The Cutty Sark
There's a wind in my ear that cries whisky and beer.
I'm feeling as weak as a kitten.
And it seems like the telly is talking to me
But the birds in the trees will not listen.
I'm going down to Greenwich
I'll commandeer the Cutty Sark
And sail her over to your house
Up through the park and down to Lee.
I've got teeth like tombstones and skin like clay.
It could be the scurvy…but anyway
The symptoms will fade if you come around
To my way of thinking.
I'll impress you somehow.
I'm going down to Greenwich
I'll steal away the Cutty Sark
And sail her over to your house
Up through the park and down to Lee.
She's run aground in the bushes.
I'm asleep on a bench.
It's not who you know its just what you own.
Well I haven't got much but I'm willing to bet
She'd sleep with a man who's got a tall ship!
I am going down to Greenwich
I'll steal away the Cutty Sark
And sail her over to your house
Up through the park and down to Lee.
To Lee To Lee To Lee
©J Hayter 2007