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by fwiggles » Fri Jun 27, 2003 11:03 pm
Some might think I’m living in an island paradise Beautiful and peaceful with no pressure
But in the morning when I’m waking
What my heart is aching for
Is not some tea, but a tasty slice of Cheshire
I take my morning leisurely and as the sun is rising
It gets hotter, and what do I hanker for?
A tankard of cool ale
Merely pales into insignificance
Behind the vision of a crumbly lump of Lancashire
I get down on my knees
Lord I pray pretty please
Take me back across the seas
To my home port and cheese
Things just get harder as I peer into my larder
Around lunchtime, and all I see are berries
I would gladly give a guinea
For just a bite of Blue Vinney
Washed down with a glass of Spanish sherry
I’d be grateful for a grater, maybe a slicer would be nicer
But guess what I dream of the mosted
It’s not rum and it’s not brandy
Though the odd glass would be handy –
I’m being fed a chunk of cheddar that is toasted
I get down on my knees
Lord I pray pretty please
Take me back across the seas
To my home port and cheese
I would not argue the toss over the cost of Double Gloucester
As for Leicester it’s the best a man can get
For the beautiful Berkshire Pineapple, Dear Lord I’d go to chapel
Every Sunday forever in your debt
as the sun goes down and the stars come out
What I desire is not to put my quilt on
As I look up I’m cruelly teased
They say the moon is made of cheese
You’ve seen those blue bits – I think it must be Stilton
I get down on my knees
Lord I pray pretty please
Take me back across the seas
To my home port and cheese
yes, i know it is large, i know it is yellow...but it seemed fitting...
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