Colin Newman
Colin Newman
Colin Newman
Colin Newman
Colin Newman
Colin Newman
Colin Newman
Colin Newman
Colin Newman
Colin Newman
Colin Newman
Colin Newman
Colin Newman
Colin Newman
Colin Newman
I'm living a life on deck with no hands to help me
It's getting rather fruity up here
And I rather fancy the sea is getting an upper hand
Not mind we jolly jack tars
I'm in disgrace
The cat sat on the carpet
I just lay here like a lump
You'll never guess, I had this dream
It wasn't very likely
They're not what they used to be