Lyrics

When the beekeeper shut the door Gulliver's Land leaflets slipped onto the floor Hadn't you yet discovered that in the inside jacket pocket Kept a couple of grand They were light notes I guess But still it's a couple of grand He never conformed To the pressures you put onto him He made that quietly clear When he took up beekeeping Beekeeping Like heavy thick curtain, wet from the rain Werе your clever remarks, that nеarly got in the way Oh, one streak of light, misses touched your breast And left And left And left And left And left Oh, one streak of light, misses touched your breast And left And left And left And left And left And left And left One streak of light, misses stroked your breast And left And left And left It left It left Left Left