Leedleladdleloo

A little old lady from Leedleladdleloo
Longing for a laddy laddling her leak and lemon stew
Loading up her laundry not knowing what else to do.

While a mean old man from Meenolmannymo
In a melancholy moment strumming on his old banjo
Was moaning for a motorcycle momma like a Romeo.

Intent to take a trip to the town of Tripoli
The little old lady revved the engine of her loud as hell Harley (Davidson).
But stopped by a tavern where she knew she’d like to have a cup of tea.

And when she walked into the bar that mean old man, he lost his tongue
And when she looked into his eyes they twinkled, was he the one?

You think that nothing can change
Then you meet a stranger stranger than strange
With a million paths you can pick
You gotta hang it up, you got no way to predict

With an appetite for passion and a simple premonition
He proposed a proposition where would you like to go
So they packed up their bags, picked up their prescriptions
Plundered their possessions, heading south to Acapulco

And opened up a meditation center, where they could sit
Then they sailed the world visiting refugee camps as entertainers (food for the soul) they were a hit

So get your butt off the floor
Stand straight up step out that door
There’s a great big world to explore
Where the oxygen is free not from a store

John Andrew
January 2011