Old Policeman Lyrics

An old policeman is waiting for a train
While his son's having fun with the black widow's head
It was roughly that time when they emptied the church
It was full with the bones of the dead pom pom girls

He got drunk at the fair
And was sick on the ride
He was struck by the head of a cordless guitar
We will try not to laugh
When you stutter your song
We will try not to laugh
Boom boom cha
Plink ploonk plonk

The way you drive your pretty car on those slippery roads of chalk

Pencils, rulers, a pair of pliers
Pens and star-shaped screwdrivers
Is what I recommend
To mend
The ugly but needed broken down playpens
Probably a painting
Showing people playing on
Computers from the times when you had to wait
For time and food to come out creased
From a dysfunctional printer
? minty toothpaste
To find a place
Have a seat
Take a plate
Taste the meat
And I won't sing anything stupid about the things coming out from the coffin lid
Plenty in the tool box
Packed a tin of maggots
Carefully selected
Whilst painting in the glove box
Anything interesting
Ever heard of fishing

The way you drive your pretty car on those slippery roads of chalk