Sun

I drink gin like a 1960’s wino
I can’t “go for it”
I hate the heat, the heat hates me
So I hide in here.
When I’m lonely I do tricks for the barmaid.
She is not amused –
In Greenland Sound may I be found.
There is a sun, there is a sun.

You hold hands and he tells you
That you love him, little buttercup.
You’re better than me
But I won’t wilt, little buttercup …
You’re a dog and you like to go out dancing:
Say what saddens you –
Over the dumps, over the docks,
There is a sun
There is a sun.

Welcome to the land where jokes come true – It’s called my bedroom – I’m yours

Little buttercup – Little buttercup

Thanks to Simon F for this one.