Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Robinson Crusoe, artist - CudDate of issue: 10.07.2011
Song language: English
Robinson Crusoe |
| Every Tuesday, Friday spied him |
| Wriggling round on a triangular mound |
| «Let me teach you justice economics: |
| Shillings and pence |
| You know they don’t make no sense.» |
| How can you sell me sky and the rain? |
| They’re not of you however much you claim |
| Please don’t let the colour of my skin |
| Flavour your culinary coq-au vin |
| Vigour, vim and a perfect grin — |
| It made him one sunny jim |
| I’d really like to be more than an arm’s throw |
| Away from Mr. Robinson Crusoe |
| Friday’s daily dose of opiates |
| On my strict moral conscience it grates |
| So in punishment I sent him down |
| To a bamboo prison in a bamboo town |
| Friday’s puzzled, looking old |
| He really can’t tell what he’s done wrong; |
| «Look Mr. Crusoe, I can’t dig this |
| Why punish yourself for an indulgence in bliss?» |
| Vigour, vim and a perfect grin — |
| It made him one sunny jim |
| I’d really like to be more than an arm’s throw |
| Away from Mr. Robinson Crusoe |