APRIL THIRTY
DIGGING FOR GOLD
Iconoclast least of the last
don't you know which way is sideways
You've been there for the longest time
subtle changes don't do much
How I wish I had been there too
those days can never be re-made
What you did in the past stays there
unless you reinvent yourself
Of course nobody knows you now
incognito shout it out loud
The crime of couplets that don't rhyme
little songs that no one can sing
Hands of cards that never seem right
aces hidden up someone's sleeve
Hearts and diamonds as good as gold
clubs you should never trust to dig
Mutton dressed as lamb for one night
what the Eccles cakes does that mean
You think that everything is fine
all that Argan perfume and stuff
Agadir smelly such an' such
splash it on all over lady
Camels fighting for the next thing
digging for gold that isn't theirs
Nobody really knows what's what
the more you pay the more you lose
No one will tell you the best deal
ask and you shall receive something
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