W.F.L.

wrote for luck, they sent me you

I sent for juice, you give me poison

I hold the line, you form the queue

Try anything hard

Is there anything else you can do?

Well not much, I've not been trained

I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over

I don't read, I just guess

There's more than one sign

But they're getting less

And you were wet

But you're getting dryer

You use to speak the truth

But now you're a liar

You use to speak the truth

But now you're clever

And I sent for juice, you give me poison

I hold the line flat first, you form the queue

Try anything hard

Is there anything else you can do?

Well not much, I've not been trained

I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over

I don't read, I just guess

There's more than one sign

But it's getting less

And you were wet

But you're getting dryer

You use to speak the truth

But now you're a liar

You use to speak the truth

But now you're clever

You use to speak the truth

But now you're clever