blackI don’t have an ounce of doubt
About the night the moon went out
It was no walk in the park
No Noah’s Ark

The Grand Canyon of love
In a Barbecue mound
Deaf as a coot
Can’t hear a sound

Pen is mighty as an Ace
Freely this is in your face
Shepherds monitor their flocks
Better drive ’em to the docks

Candour nearly running out
Theres a bit of it about
I heard there’s quite a a bit around
But cos I’me deaf I never heard a sound, barely heard a sound (say what?)

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