
Date of issue: 18.05.1969
Song language: English
Margaret-Tiger Rug |
It’s Margaret, the daring songwriter |
She’s got muscles in her eyes |
She’s got everything going for her there |
So take a ride on her pen, step inside |
Well, there goes Margaret, the daring ice skater |
She skates the truth on the ice |
If she wasn’t so daring and dashing |
Her lips would be chapped at half the price |
It appears I sent you off to treatment |
With the tiger by the tail |
And if he could be free |
He wouldn’t have stripes on him like jail |
Jailer comes in twice a day |
And feeds him a hunk of meat |
That is just the same |
As you get upon the street |
Jungle’s home |
Why isn’t he free? |
Just because his head is doesn’t mean his limbs are |
That can mean the same as a monkey on a tree |