Our friends remember good and bad. This is the text of a song intro I wrote and that I had forgotten. With a nudge I was able to recreate it:
Home is where the ponies lie
and marjorie is standing for her portrait
little alfie had his milk
and wandered off to buy a dig for ruin
Hold your head, salute and wag
the burglar in the bottle in the basement,
the basement...
On Holiday, lovely Holiday...
