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Whistles & Bells

from Zen Joints by Babylon Squeak

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WHISTLES & BELLS

I’m bagging spuds
In rotten cotton ragged duds
Name badge, plastic hat and snood
The future is beige
For minimum wage
Knock-down prices for knocked-up food

Neither bright nor adroit
I’m just a slug to exploit:
Mr Hackman gets his cut of sweaty meat
But I just won’t quit
’Cos I get my daily hit
Of the miss across the street

She works in Whistles & Bells
I’ve got an ice cream’s chance in Hell
I’m a perfect defect and she’s terribly nice
… Oh well…

Pushing dirt across the floor
Dream this broom was my amour
We’d dance on air like Ginger & Fred
If this trolley were a car
A till would be a bar
And this conveyor belt a hotel bed

If I weren’t so un-bold
I’d dart across the road
And tell her almost exactly how I felt
(But my) yellow nerves can’t be soothed
I shall not be moved
She makes my heart stop and my legs melt

She works in Whistles & Bells
I’ve got an ice cream’s chance in Hell
I’m a perfect defect and she’s terribly nice
She works in Whistles & Bells
One thought rattling in my brain cell
She can have my love at a discount price

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from Zen Joints, released September 22, 2017

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