Constellations are all bollocks
They do not look like things
But clouds are, on the other hand,
Such lovely, lovely things
They're big and white and fluffy
They float along all day
Along and up, up and along
They float along the way
But here's something I thought of
I thought of it right now
I do not want to be a cloud
I want to be a cow
For cows can run and jump and sing
But clouds, they can't at all
In fact, I don't want to be a cow
I want to be a bull
A cow, if that was what I was,
Would be a something wrong
For cows are fat and weak and meek
But bulls, why, they are strong
But anyway, my point is this
I've got something to say
Constellations are all bollocks rubbish
In every, every way
They do not look like things
But clouds are, on the other hand,
Such lovely, lovely things
They're big and white and fluffy
They float along all day
Along and up, up and along
They float along the way
But here's something I thought of
I thought of it right now
I do not want to be a cloud
I want to be a cow
For cows can run and jump and sing
But clouds, they can't at all
In fact, I don't want to be a cow
I want to be a bull
A cow, if that was what I was,
Would be a something wrong
For cows are fat and weak and meek
But bulls, why, they are strong
But anyway, my point is this
I've got something to say
Constellations are all bollocks rubbish
In every, every way
( Jay Foreman )
www.ChordsAZ.com