An ode to the 60's
Ode to the 60's
Overland, along the way..
We collected all the hay..
Free it was, all the grass..
Proving once for all that yes..
They were possibly of brass..
When we reached the promised land..
We had enough stock to lay on the sand..
And imbibe till we were mind blown..
Nothing to worry about..
For we were treated as their own..
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Overland, along the way..
We collected all the hay..
Free it was, all the grass..
Proving once for all that yes..
They were possibly of brass..
When we reached the promised land..
We had enough stock to lay on the sand..
And imbibe till we were mind blown..
Nothing to worry about..
For we were treated as their own..
© All Rights Reserved