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by Anthony John Clarke

on Tuesday We Will Fly (Songs for Anton) (2007)

I was born on a Sunday
Placed in a big pink cot
I think that my mother would've liked a girl
But she was happy with what she'd got
My mother sent my father for a big blue blanket
The salesman said, "'Fraid not"
And the next time I'm born, won't be on a Monday
When all the shops are shut

I asked my girl to love me
Darling be my wife
Love me every morning, try real hard
Stick with me for life
But now I just can't blame her
She tried and tried and tried
But she knew that the grass was greener
Over on the other side

I want my mail delivering
I need my music loud
I want my sins forgiven
Oh, take my picture now
I'm not scared of lightning
I'm just afraid of clouds
So I go out with my sleeves rolled up
And both my socks rolled down

I never understood how a clock works
I learned a little bit about wine
I know the secret in both those things
Has got something to do with time
I never really got it with romance
I failed and failed in love
But I never say a prayer when things go wrong
Or speak to god above

I don't do much on Sunday
Mondays pass me by
Tuesday's karaoke
Wednesday's goodbye
To the girl I met last Thursday
We shared one hot meat pie
Friday squeezed into Saturday's trousers
And seven days just flew by

I went for a stroll in the country
I took the bus to town
I lent my bike to my best friend's wife
And she took it on the underground
Where she got very busy with a busker
No sooner had she turned around
Then the bike got stolen and her lips looked swollen
Don't you love it when the wheels go 'round

(Instrumental)

I went to see Madonna in a concert
I got in for free
I didn't want any of my best friends there
Just sing those songs for me
I want you to look at me, wink your eye
Wear a top-hat and a red bowtie
I want you to sing 'The Fields Of Athenry'
In the town I love so well

I can dine out in a restaurant
But I can cook the same at home
My best friend, John, climbs mountains
Just to spend some time alone
But I still get seasick on the water
I still get airsick on a plane
But I still fly and I still sail
Again and again and again

So, look out of your window
Look to the east and west
Tell me where you'd love to go
Get that off your chest
Maybe some place foreign
In the hills of France or Spain
I've been there twice, but it wasn't very nice
And I'm never going there again

(Instrumental)

So it's breakfast every morning
Coffee now and then
Scones and jam with the bread of my mam
In bed by half-past-ten
Avoid big steaks take some breaks
Favour something light
Don't drink tea after half-past-three
Or you may be up all night

Old George Bush is a merry old soul
And a merry old soul is he
He bombed my house in the middle of the night
Number sixty-three
Now I've got no chair and I've got no dog
And I've sure got no TV
And John Lee's pills went missing
Down the back of the red settee

Grownups climb up mountains
Children climb up trees
Grownups nurse their broken hearts
And patch their children's knees
But trees don't look like mountains
Hearts don't bend like knees
And should my heart be broken, darling
Mend my heart for me
Should my heart be broken, darling
Mend my heart for me
Should my heart be broken, darling
Mend my heart for me