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Whisky, Hatha-Yoga
Steve Skaith / Mike Jones
Lyrics
She had a barstool facility and a codeine past,
It showed but she carried it.
He brought his sham humility,
He couldn’t make it last
She knew, she knew when she married it.
(Chorus)
He couldn’t work in his toupee
But he wore it anyway
It made him look like a Caesar,
Like a rogue in a toga
It wasn’t easy to please her
With her whisky and Hatha-yoga
It wasn’t easy to please her
With her whisky and Hatha-yoga
She was her own slice of history
A colour, out of time
The Chelsea bohemian
How they met it’s a mystery
Ridiculous but sublime
In the heart of Midlothian
(Repeat chorus)
No time for pleasantries
He’d hang the white flag out
But he never discovered one.
Time stopped in the 70’s
They dragged the wagon out
He said? Make mine, make mine a covered one.’
(Repeat chorus)
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