Pembroke Hello there my friend, what do you feel nothing very much, why aren't you for real Can I have your autograph, I need it for a song of mine just for you and everybody else How about the other half, I need that part to make it rhyme just for me, and everybody else Hang up your things inside to dry, near the fire and when the flames get higher at least you can say to your friends that you're a trier Can I have your autograph I need it for a song of mine just for you and everybody else How about your other half, it's going wrong and out of time just for you and everybody else