Lyrics

Only a fool gives up sex for lent When we were alive, before the eagle was spread It fell out of the sky and into the bed And you painted it true blue Now the eagle it hunts and you are its prey In old fashioned clothes and Nottingham lace Go ask Mrs. Johnson and she will say What a person you were back when Softly Now, Softly Now, Try it, you won't die Tobacco's a help because it clears the mind But like all your friends it is vilified They always say, the right amount's fine Even lazy people know the rules But you spoke a language that I knew too Innate understanding because I was a fool We all learn to listen after years at school Speaking of rules the book is in Port of Spain The worst work on Earth is on the turkey farm When those birds get excited, sound the alarm Where you took yourself and booked yourself And no one else wants to know