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Ladies and Gentlemen, last night I had a
dream. It's a bit too raunchy to relate here, but after that
dream I had another. Anyway, somewhere along the track I had
a dream that can be considered a G (General Audience). It's
set a long way in the future...
(To the tune of 'Eye of the Tiger' ...from the
'Rocky' films people!)
Featured and weak, what a disgrace.
Guess the Revoker got too lazy.
Ain't gonna revoke now, he's just takin' up space.
Sold his Ristorante, threw his powers down the drain.
But he's no bum, he works down the street.
He bakes the neighborhood pastries.
Back on his feet, now he's whipping up cream.
Come inside, maybe you'll hear him say:
Try the pie or the trifle,
They're on special tonight.
If you want, you can have an appetizer.
You might like our pavlova, and the Neenish is all
right.
And they'd really go well with the pie,
Or the trifle.
Never spluts while on the job.
He heard it's good to stay in character.
But he makes a pretty mean Neenish Tart.
Have a taste, they were made fresh today.
Try the pie or the trifle or the sweet or the
tripe.
Maybe I can suggest an appetizer.
Stay away from the sherbet, it smells funny tonight.
But you just can't go wrong with the pie,
Or the trifle.
So today, his pastries comes first.
Still he dreams of his past days of glory.
Goes in the back and revokes the pancakes,
All the while you can still hear him say:
It's the pie or the trifle, it's the thrill of
one bite.
Let me please be your splutting advisor.
If you want substitutions, I won't put up a fight.
You can have your throw a splut with the pie,
Or the trifle.
The pie or the trifle,
The pie or the trifle,
The pie or the trifle...
Hang on; I don't sleep.
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