Up for the Shoot

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Peter Skellern - Pop

Up for the Shoot

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Here we all are in our Rolls-Royces Fair Isle sweaters and pinstriped voices We're up for the shoot Oh, what a hoot Far more fun than horses We're spending the weekend with the Gorns-Beyorns Kicking holes in their immaculate lawns Not a thought in our head Save who we can bed And whether Priscilla performs Drinking gin, losing sleep Missing the rabbits but hitting the sheep Making bloody great weals in the farmer's ploughed fields And haring around in the jeep Deborah is hеre with her Labrador Which sleeps in her bеd, and pees on the floor It's her first invitation, but my information Is, she won't be asked any more Rupert is here, he's something in Coutts You can tell he's a gent by the way that he shoots He couldn't hit a wall, but his style says it all From his hat to his crocodile boots Here we are, breakfast in our pyjamas Tiring of holidays in the Bahamas Initialled slippers, kedgeree or kippers We're all such gentlemen farmers Daisy is here from conquering Tibet The most wonderful girl that one's ever met Her amazing physique is something unique But, my God, does she sweat Here we all are in our Rolls-Royces Lords and Ladies, and half the Armed Forces We're up for the shoot Oh, what a hoot It's far more fun than horses

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  • Peter Skellern