The Dabsong Conshirtoe - Caravan

Man is the child of Child, the father of the Man

Like pools within the pool and waves upon the sand

Like birds that fly so free, that somewhere must begin

The rain like circles begins again

All my life, this has been a mystery

I can close my eyes and clearly see

Everytime I’m happy in dream your memories bring me down

Set me free — let me be Like flowing waters past the rippled stones of time

Like old men ageing, drifting, answering through their minds

Under a bridge of peace of woods that don’t forget

She stops and stares as if we’ve never met

For all I know, this could be my destiny

Searching every hour of each day

Everything and nothing in my life wondering where you are

Calling you

Ben Karratt Rides Again

So please — answer me, let me see

Oh — what went wrong?

You took so long!

I’ve been spinning 'round, down and down

Now — it really seems it’s all a dream

All I want is all the life in me to be free

Oh, the time has come to get things done

I can waste no more, so move over

You — you just bring me down with all your playing around

So play the rules and keep it cool

All I want is all the life in me to be free

All I want is all the life in me to be free

All I want is all the life in me to be free

All I want is all the life in me to be free

For all I know, this could be my destiny

Searching every hour of each day

Everything and nothing in my life wondering where you are

Calling you, wanting you…

Pro’s and Con’s

Hey, Big Brenda

You say there’s things that you don’t allow

If you can’t take a gift from the horse’s mouth

I want my money back right now

Big black suspenders

It really makes it seem so obscene

All those great rolls of fat, just imagine that

Paying for a piece of your dream

Hey Big-boobed Barbara

It’s a business doing pleasure with you

I know that it’s late, but I just can’t wait

La-di-da-di-da-di-dum-do

Hey Easy Elsie

You know that my mamelon’s for you

It’s a strange sight, but have all you like

Just let me know when you’re through

Fat Flabby Freda

An orgy of pure blubber and flesh

From all that I see, I just cannot dream

Why they say you’re six of the best

Hey, Naughty Nora

You say that it is bottom or bust

I think that it’s true, you’re one of the few

Whose service I can really trust

Wraiks and Ladders

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Sneaking out the Bare Square

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All Sorts of Unmentionable Things

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