The Customer & the Manufacturer
The shame fills my heart like a fart fills an elevator,
I blamed it on art from the start, now it’s sooner than later.
First I do green, then I add grey,
I spit on it twice and call it a day –
May day! It’s Pay day!
The aim is a part of the tart that is mystically flavoured,
Shine my funny little Ballantine.
I left all my troubles behind
my lovely little funky rhymes.
First I did green, then I turned grey,
I ripped out my heart and used it as clay,
Mayday – yabbadabbadabbaday – Hey!!