GRAND PRIX
The seed of greed is sown again, antique or unique, that’s the name of the game
Degree by ever increasing degree, desire fuels the hedonistic spree.
All eyes on the Grand Prix, The Big Prize
Surprise, surprise, eyes wider than wide, at the Big Prize.
One-time related ancestors told the story, two-timing suffocated contesters vie for glory
There is a mean streak, the inevitable green streak running through the cast and crew
Turn up their noses, tut at the tat, awaiting proposals, well how about that!
The Big Prize, surprise, surprise, eyes wider than wide, at the Big Prize.
Under the hammer, going for a song. Oh, what a prize lot I’ve got my eyes on.
The innocent silky milky maid, the not so innocent uncouth youth
The spinster peeking through hands amazed and the widower seeking the expert’s truth
Is it fake, is it antique, pastiche or fantastique
Cheap as chips, maybe Lalique, common as muck or tres chic.
The deliverer of views, the giver of news, just once in a blue, blue moon
Spies a prize that was missed by car-boot eyes, it’s only worth a small fortune.
Oh, the Big Prize
The Big Prize, surprise, surprise, eyes wider than wide, at the Big Prize
All eyes on the Big Prize.