Bennett The Wheel

Lyrics:

Proud Queen Mary suffered on match day
Streets fell out and saints fell into readymade shadow
And Friday followed
Performed the sin with somebody's sister
Seawater's warm in the winter
In my fiction...

Where I can go in and out and back around again
The pantomime of simple minds of men
Cellophane wrapping in '42 a South Welsh summer for Waterloo
Playmate for me, payday for you
I am the lord of my own afternoon

From Bennett The Wheel, "Happy Grenada day!
To 1970s gay men - you don't own the cut-off short,
Or dirty talking".
High as the moon - hit me with the lambswool
Eyes are making me bashful
Just a spoonful...

Could let me go and out and back around again
The pantomime of simple minds of men
Cellophane wrapping in '42 a South Welsh summer for Waterloo
Playmate for me, payday for you
I am the lord of my own afternoon

Let me go in and out and back around again
The pantomime of simple minds of men
If ums and ahs were old guitars there'd be
Nothing left to make something of me
Four-score minutes to fill these shoes
And pay this city the love they're due
Da iawn - a dirty crown, who knew!
If every wish was a horse or bride
Then every beggar and thief would ride
And fall dying halfway to the moon
I am the lord of my own afternoon