Along the coast road, by the headland the early lights of winter glow. I'll pour a cup to you my darling. Raise it up - say Cheerio.
The old Rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light. Death's head belt buckle
As the moon slips up, and the sun sets down, I'm a highrise jockey, and I'm heaven-bound. Do the workboot shuffle, loose brains from brawn. I'm a