If You Don’t Eat Your Meat You Can’t Have Any Pudding Shirt

If You Don’t Eat Your Meat You Can’t Have Any Pudding Shirt! How can you have any pudding when you won’t eat your meat? Look, Mummy. It’s an aeroplane up in the sky! Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn? Remember how she said that we would meet again some sunny day? Mother’s gonna keep you here under her wing; she won’t let you fly but she might let you sing. I’ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm and the inevitable pinhole burns, all down the front of my favorite satin shirt. I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers; I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain.

If You Don’t Eat Your Meat You Can’t Have Any Pudding Shirt

 

I’ve got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains. I’ve got wide, staring eyes and I’ve got a strong urge to fly, but I’ve got nowhere to fly to. If You Don’t Eat Your Meat You Can’t Have Shirt! Hey you, out there in the cold, getting lonely, getting old – can you feel me? When I was a child I had a fever; my hands felt just like two balloons. Now I’ve got that feeling once again. I can’t explain – you would not understand. I’ve become comfortably numb.

If You Don’t Eat Your Meat You Can’t Have Any Pudding Shirt

I am just a new boy – a stranger in this town. Where are all the good times? Who’s gonna show this stranger around? I need a dirty woman. If you take your girlfriend out tonight you better park the car well out of sight, ‘cos if they catch you in the backseat, trying to pick her locks, they’re gonna send you back to mother in a cardboard box. You better run. Hey you! Don’t tell me there’s no hope at all. If You Don’t Eat Your Meat You Can’t Have Shirt! Together we stand. Divided we fall.