Monday, February 27, 2006


Is it Cologne with its great cathedral?
Milan with its glamour and its pace?
London with its river and its bridges?
Lisbon with its beauty and its grace?

Funny looking buses
Climb its pot-bellied hills
And a solitary jogger
Times the time he kills

Do you know where I'm gonna go?
None of you have guessed, so none of you can know
If you've been, that's not where I mean
It's got class and it's got excellence like you've never seen

Your town is dragging me down
Dragging me down, down, down
Your town is dragging me down
Dragging me down, down, down

3 Comments:

Blogger forsoothsayer said...

you know better than to misuse "it's"
hugs.

6:48 PM  
Blogger Basil Fawlty said...

Well, it was a cut-and-paste job (what isn't on this blog, right?) but I'm still ultimately responsible for the content. Blame ME. Of course, now that I've fixed it, I could erase your comment, Shereen, kidnap you and lock you in my basement and no one would ever know I made a basic grammatical error like this one. The only flaw in that plan is that I'd have to feed you...and we both know there isn't enough food in North America for that.

7:27 PM  
Blogger forsoothsayer said...

hey!
u don't even have a basement.

11:50 AM  

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