I'm not looking to disturb you, Just a little to unnerve you. I have nothing about games And always looking back. After the last unholy row I never, ever play basketball now. It joins a list of things I'll miss Like fencing foils and lovely girls I'll never kiss.
Leave it behind on an overcrowded desk Where the in-tray is higher Than the OUT ever will be. Before the tea rooms fill With flirting couples call. Remember to call. And FLOW, it skips like a river And it rolls flow, You'll swear it's a chapel Isn't that so? Think of all the things that grew here, Long before we moved here All of it good and strong, And all of it gone.
After that last unholy row I never, ever play, basketball now It joins the list of things I'll miss Like fencing foils, and lovely girls I'll never kiss. You may say I've got plenty, But no one knows how long Things stay big Roger D.