Deft Left Hand

You seem the type to follow the line Went from cheery vagabondage to cold blooded luxury in four years No lick spittle or pickthack from sycophant claw back flunky Oh, I want to lay by your side Oh, I will lay down and die If I can't lay by your side Weaker vessel or better half? That woman's tears could be the death of me, oh dear You know when she's had a few she'll be onto you there's no letting up But, I want to lay by your side Oh, I will lay down and die If I can't lay by your side It may happen that these are they The golden years So don't despair, don't dismay, dry your tears Everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds I had a blast off with the cast of a play on the radio They were more liberal times Destined to drone in monotone on your radio It's a little dream of mine On but comments were less than complimentary And the deft left hand it followed the right I think about my happiest times And one of them was sat in bed watching a A documentary on murderers A bearcat, a memosa, and a view of arcady Oh, I want to lay by your side Oh, I will surely lay down and die If I can't lay by your side I want to see you, lay by your side Oh, I'll surely lay down and die If I can't lay by your side Oh, I want to lay by your side Oh, I will lay down and die If I can't lay by your side I want to lay by your side