Teksty: Howe Gelb. Talula And The Last Straw.

The tub is all a brimming
A little light be a skimming
Side burns need trimming
Getting raw waiting for the straw
There?s no hint of
I?ll take myopia squint love
Raw waiting for the straw

There on down the hall
Make that call
Talula
Talula

Well, I dialed up connection
Got the appetite for confection
Anti-bodies for any infection
Raw waiting for the straw

The water?s over flowing
The tiles used to be brand new
But now nobody will be knowing
You can shred that towel
And stay up late and do the sowing

And there on down the hall
I hear her call
Talula
Talula