I got a soft spot for ye
Because I know you didn’t place
I know you stuck to this one rule
There is only ever one RACE
And nothing more than just that
And We all have our own true face
And you know what I mean
Don’t you my dear long lost lover CASE
Oh please folk.
You can love a man with out ever sitting on his face
And that’s the key you will love to have
For a quick ride upon my GRACE
Except for one who thinks he’s good
But no he’s not at all safe
For a brother of mine an original rib
Has a lot of drawing from paste
To go and decide who he claims
Me or Henry the eighth
But of course it’s easy in this new night
For a Knight is now in day
I ride you on this righteous sail
Just me whistling away
Climb on board this really fun ride
No pain to any your play
But as you go to turn in your clubs
A call will appear on display
Let’s hope then you left with wings at your back
And not your ass with a cake.