Flat Earth Day

I was walking to the fair last Friday
With Saturday night eyes
And Monday morning candy-floss hair
But riding the tilt-a-whirl
Was a girl who smiled at me -
A man of toffee-apple murk and malady.
But she came round again
And her look, oh well,
It hit me like a hook-a-duck.
And on this beach I lay
The sky spinning patterns
Leaving vapour trails
That say:
Open your eyes,
and welcome to a perfect
Flat-earth day.

I was walking to the fair last Friday
With Saturday night eyes
And Monday morning candy-floss hair
But riding the tilt-a-whirl
Was a girl who smiled at me -
A man of toffee-apple murk and malady.
But she came round again
And her look, oh well,
It hit me like a hook-a-duck.
And on this beach I lay
The sky spinning patterns
Leaving vapour trails
That say:
Open your eyes,
and welcome to a perfect
Flat-earth day.

I was walking to the fair last Friday
With Saturday night eyes
And Monday morning candy-floss hair
But riding the tilt-a-whirl
Was a girl who smiled at me -
A man of toffee-apple murk and malady.
But she came round again
And her look, oh well,
It hit me like a hook-a-duck.
And on this beach I lay
The sky spinning patterns
Leaving vapour trails
That say:
Open your eyes,
and welcome to a perfect
Flat-earth day.

I was walking to the fair last Friday
With Saturday night eyes
And Monday morning candy-floss hair
But riding the tilt-a-whirl
Was a girl who smiled at me -
A man of toffee-apple murk and malady.
But she came round again
And her look, oh well,
It hit me like a hook-a-duck.
And on this beach I lay
The sky spinning patterns
Leaving vapour trails
That say:
Open your eyes,
and welcome to a perfect
Flat-earth day.