The Ex (Punk Band) - Haydays lyrics
[The Ex Punk Band - Haydays lyrics]
With a bread-crust as adornment
The cheerful rambler roams the land
He waves at cows at grasses wide
At blooming corncobs at his side
While skylarks eat out of his hand
Beaming at night the lasses stand
At village pumps and send their love
And then they kiss his sweated cheeks
Oh, even aged virgins do
So they lay down and nestle up
Their warm hearts at his tired feet
Cos their old mothers say they should
Beaming at night the lasses stand
At village pumps and send their love
And then they kiss his sweated cheeks
Oh, even aged virgins do
So they lay down and nestle up
Their warm hearts at his tired feet
Cos their old mothers say they should
Late in the hay the rambler prays
And then he reads in the old book
While all the city's streets are
Crossed by whores and pimps
Their nasty rats run aimlessly
At their wit's' end
He stretches so satisfied his tawny limbs
With a bread-crust as adornment
The cheerful rambler roams the land
He waves at cows at grasses wide
At blooming corncobs at his side
While skylarks eat out of his hand
Late in the hay the rambler prays
And then he reads in the old book
While all the city's streets are
Crossed by whores and pimps
Their nasty rats run aimlessly
At their wit's' end
He stretches so satisfied his tawny limbs
The cheerful rambler roams the land
He waves at cows at grasses wide
At blooming corncobs at his side
While skylarks eat out of his hand
Beaming at night the lasses stand
At village pumps and send their love
And then they kiss his sweated cheeks
Oh, even aged virgins do
So they lay down and nestle up
Their warm hearts at his tired feet
Cos their old mothers say they should
Beaming at night the lasses stand
At village pumps and send their love
And then they kiss his sweated cheeks
Oh, even aged virgins do
So they lay down and nestle up
Their warm hearts at his tired feet
Cos their old mothers say they should
Late in the hay the rambler prays
And then he reads in the old book
While all the city's streets are
Crossed by whores and pimps
Their nasty rats run aimlessly
At their wit's' end
He stretches so satisfied his tawny limbs
With a bread-crust as adornment
The cheerful rambler roams the land
He waves at cows at grasses wide
At blooming corncobs at his side
While skylarks eat out of his hand
Late in the hay the rambler prays
And then he reads in the old book
While all the city's streets are
Crossed by whores and pimps
Their nasty rats run aimlessly
At their wit's' end
He stretches so satisfied his tawny limbs