I fell out of bed on a Sunday
Opened my eyelids and then
Opened my curtains and then
Opened my window and yelled:
"If this is all that we're here for
Then I'd rather be somewhere else
What do you mean, there's nowhere else?"
Are we just fooling ourselves?
There's nothing
There's nothing
A tabby approached as I pondered
Drinking coffee on the step
Drinking can help me forget
...what was it that I just said?
Oh yes - a tabby approached me
Quizzed me with infinite eyes
Patiently heard my replies
Then purred, with a nod to the skies:
"There's nothing, and you're nothing..."
So now the tabby has left me
And I'm sitting here on my own
Sitting here outside my home
But now my coffee is cold
What did he mean when he motioned
His head to the grey clouds above?
"We're not here for long, so just love
Every minute, because
Cartoons! Disco! Chansons! Every excellent version of pop music you can think of, with the best lyricist this side of, ooh, I dunno, Jake Thackray. The French Defence
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