Elegy In A Country Road
I had an scarlet motorbike.
A perfect little racer.
I really like to take her for a ride.
I bought it from a tweedy man
whose name was Robin Usher.
He really liked to push her in the lane.
I look so fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fine.
I look so fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fine.
But in the evening time when the sun goes down I cry.
I knew a woman as a friend
her skin was soft as cotton.
I wonder how she got on in the end.
She often sat beside the stream
and dangled her right hand in.
A better plan than standing in the flow.
She looked so fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fine.
She looked so fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fine.
But in the evening time when the sun went down she cried.
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