Clap hands

I put it in your letterbox

Hoping for a bang

Waited for a moment

And thought “what the hang?!”

Tried you in the jury

You told me not to tell

The sentence inconsekwential

If only I could spell

My name a little better

I’d sign your card get well

But if things continue this way

There won’t be any belles

At the ball tonight

And throw me to the wind

There’s too much anaesthesia

I cannot find the spin

Docter to hold me close

I jump into the riot act

And read it’s and overdose

Of clap you have

The cheering will not stop

I turn to the old doctor

Who’s wobbling like a top

I say hey you fix up me good old dear

He says nothing left to worry

She only needs a beer.

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