outtake from the WAKE album.

 

He may be humpy, nay, he may be dumpy
but there is always something racey about,
say, a sailor on a horse

It’s true!

a sailor on a horse

there is always something racey about,
say, a sailor on a horse

(a fiery horse with the speed of light.
a cloud of dust and a hearty hi ho silver!
Hi ho silver – away!)

And it’s high tigh tigh.
Titley hi ti ti
That my dig pressed in your dag si.
Gnug of old Gnig.

Ni, gnid mig brawly!
Mees is thees knees.
This is Mi.

Om still so sovvy.
Ha!

And it’s high tigh tigh.
Titley hi ti ti
That my dig pressed in your dag si.
Gnug of old Gnig.

Ni, gnid mig brawly!
Mees is thees knees.

there is always something racey about a sailor on a horse

(Hi ho silver! Away!)

Ni, gnid

Om still so sovvy.
Ha!

see also:

I Am The Lone Ranger