Four Of a Kind
Come to berlin, let yourself in
I don't think there's a lock upon the door
Play the verma, I don't think I can
My zither doesn't slither any more
All night long in a voluble way I listen to the radio it said
Four of a kind.
Waiting silently for you
With four of a kind
Painting toenails into blue.
I had a word to the absurd
Gnome who stood and laughed upon my lawn
He shook his head, he looked half-dead
I knew that he was inwardly quite torn
Some romance in a cellular way had
Tripped him and he fell upon his nose
He's one of a kind
Laughing wildly at the moon.
One of a kind
Hope he goes away quite soon.
Viking feeling now this viking healing
There's a viking kneeling at the flower bed
Horns unveiling to the sky's he's wailing
I suppose his sailing is a state of mind.
In a solular way someone has to pay for all this
Five of a kind - five of a kind
Wander through the artichokes
Five of a kind
Maybe it will be the lochs
Autor(es): Al Stewart
