DEBACLE IN THE RETIREMENT HOME, part (iii)
I knew it was you, it’s too good to be true
You were lucky but I’ll have you this time
I can’t forgive or live and let live
There’s got to be a punishment to fit this crime.
You must be mad, to steal a dog is just sad
My little Curli’s gone forever I fear
But it’s your turn now and you can tell me how
To get my precious dog back and what you’re doing here.
She called the guard but off Donni ran
He found Xavvi and for a third refrain
Said those immortal words
“There’s no way round it, get you kit off again.”
A monumental mess, this is just the worst
We’re going to have to fess up come clean but first
Go placate Archi then come back for me
We’ll have to face the music and make her see
I just wanna get Yurri out of here,
I just wanna chance to wind back the clock
I fear what’s dear is going to disappear
I just wanna hear The Chosen Few rock.
Help me out here, share the load
Just wanna goad him to get out on the road
And then we’ll all reap the motherlode.
From the ashes, like the Phoenix they rose
Watch this space to find out how it goes
As they rehearse for their comeback shows.
Back for good, not a fad or a craze
And this time we’ll make sure it pays
The Chosen Few are the Ancient of Days.