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George Lazenby’s Eyes

Now you’re comin of age
The first time in your lifetime
You’re playin mah Jong with strangers
A par four in the nite time

Where have the stink weeds gone
They’ve all gone up in flames
Weasels bought Knots landing
Now it’s just not the same

George Lazenby’s eyes
Look upon you so saintly
George Harrison sighs
What have you done for me lately

Chilled daiquiri icebox
Frosted jam enchiladas
Master of your own demons
And cigarette chilblains

Fermented pillow of rock
The foundation of icebergs
No change for the leopards
Last spotted in Austen

George Lazenby’s Eyes (Demo by the Stokes Valley Flyers)

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