Think I’ll pour some homemade beer
To give myself a little cheer
It’s so cold and wintry here –
The sunshine’s gone to Oxfordshire
Sunday looks a promising day –
Then the sunshine’s here to stay
No one can quite understand
Not young exactly THEN
The wildness of the Sixties...
You feel beleaguered when you’re old
For what’s to come? Fuck all, you’d say
The last few sunsets slip away…
