Picnic On The Edge - Baxter Dury

Cuddle and wait

A huddle on the floor

Cool cats all a muddle at the door

What a bore.

Badger just score

Barking at the dark

Face like a basking jar

She’s a dark princess

She doesn’t really need this

Shes waiting vivid west wood

Do you mind if i kiss you?

Have a little cuddle?

Theres no way that’s going to go

Silly little rave queen

Mumbling dirty options

Sitting on my lap

Who am i the sort of chap

Watching you dance

A bit scared now

Then badgers snuggling up

With ambitions

Breaking my love

And all the posh girls are laughing

And i’ve got to think quick

Who am i

Who am i!

(Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da! dala dala dala!)

So the taxi

Drives off into the mistic

And i bid fairwell to you

I’m stuck a badger

And his crew lowing it down in poetry

I’ll sit on this fence forever

Except all living