Buddy Holly
Sean Snook / David Brown
The sun was keen to dry the washing
The drum had done its spinning dance
All stains had vanished in the sloshing
Even pants get a second chance
I found a lounger and a lager
And watched the sun play on my kecks
I thought about the whole sad saga
Hung out to dry but I supplied the pegs
High up above a plane chalks the blue
I wonder what would Buddy Holly do?
That shirt makes you look like Lord Byron
I see the words come out your mouth
Right now it needs a damn good iron
Some mistakes you just can’t straighten out
The worm in my ear repeats Peggy Sue
I wonder what would Buddy Holly do?
I wish it could be different Lord knows
Soon you’ll both stand before a priest
The suit hangs heavy in the wardrobe
If I show can I hold my peace?
My vintage Strat’ searches for a tune
I wonder what would Buddy Holly do?
What would Buddy do? |