Тексты песен Procol Harum

39 Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin 40 You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin 3f I was living in the graveyard, i was hanging from the wall 39 I was living in

1d Bringing home the bacon, 18 Tender juicy steaks 1d Breast-fed baby dumpling 1a Gobbling up the cakes 5 1c Milk-fed baby dumpling, 20 Slobbering, goo-faced, mean 25 Wet-nursed sour purse spot face,

Conquistador, your stallion stands In need of company And like some angel's haloed brow You reek of purity I see your armor-plated breast Has long-since lost its sheen And in your death-masked face Th

You can give a dog a kicking You can give a dog a bone If you give your dog a kicking Don't expect him to come home You can call your dog a mongrel You can call your dog a stray Just remember in the e

brooker / reid)* Your multilingual business friend Has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays And the lipsticked unmade bed The mirror on reflection Has climbed back upon the wall F