Scribbled quickly in the morning while waiting for the kids to get ready for our sojourn up north, dedicated to The Queen of DSLR, and Hairy Berry.
To the Tune of Charlene's I've Never Been To Me
Hey lady, you lady, eating all your life
You're a discontented odditer, and a very sexy wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do
But, I wish someone had talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you.....
(To Hairy Berry)
Oh, he's bean to Agra and Jaipur, India and anywhere he could run
He shared the room of his man friend and they sight-saw in the sun
But he ran out of places and friendly faces because he had to be free
He's been to paradise and he's always bean to he.
Oh, they've beaned like beasts, in their kaisekis, while they've farted champagne on a yacht
She's moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what she's got
She's bean undressed by T** and she's seen some things that a woman ain't supposed to see
They've bean to paradise, cos they love edamame.
Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie, a fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It's Visions of dancing, On grainy wooden floors seasoned
With life’s experience.
That's truth, that's love......
Sometimes they've been to pining for lots of green beans, that might have made them complete
But they took the sweet bean, they never knew salty from the sweet
They've spent their life exploring the subtle peeling, that costs too much in the shops,
They've been to paradise, (I've been to paradise)
And its in EDAMAME.....