《I Still Call the Commercial Home》是John Williamson演唱的歌曲，由P. Allen作曲，John Williamson作詞，收錄在《Old Farts In Caravan parks》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：I Still Call the Commercial Home
- 所屬專輯：Old Farts In Caravan parks
- 歌曲原唱：John Williamson
- 譜曲：P. Allen
歌曲歌詞
This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles
Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching
Sitting on a fence one day
He was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close by
Now this may not
Seem strange
But when owl overheard kangaroo whisper to no one in particular
The hare has lost his spectacles
Well he began to wonder
Presently the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there
Lying on the grass was hare
In the stream that flowed by the grass a newt
And sitting astride a twig of a bush a bee
Ostensibly motionless
The hare was trembling with excitement
For without his spectacles he was completely helpless
Where were his spectacles
Could someone have stolen them had he mislaid them
What was he to do bee wanted to help
And thinking he had the answer began
You probably ate them thinking they were a carrot
No interrupted owl who was wise
I have good eye sight insight and foresight
How could an intelligent hare make such a silly mistake
But all this time owl had been sitting on the fence
Scowling kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk
She thought herself far superior in intelligence to the others
She was their leader their guru
She had the answer
Hare you must go in search of the optician
But then she realized that hare was completely helpless
Without his spectacles
And so kangaroo loudly proclaimed
I can't send hare in search of anything
You can guru you can shouted newt
You can send him with owl
But owl had gone to sleep
Newt knew too much to be stopped by so small a problem
You can take him in your pouch but alas
Hare was much too big to fit into kangaroo's pouch
All this time it had been quite plain to hare
That the others knew nothing about spectacles
As for all their tempting ideas well hare didn't care
The lost spectacles were his own affair
And after all hare did have a spare a pair a pair
We sleep by the ever bright hole in the door
Eat in the corner talk to the floor
Cheating the spiders who come to say please
They bend at the knees
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs
Old gentlemen talk of when they were young
Of ladies lost and erring sons
Lace covered dandies revel was friends
Pure as the truth tied at both ends
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs
Scented cathedral spire pointed down
We pray for souls in kittenish town
A delicate hush the gods floating by
Wishing us well pie in the sky
God of ages lord of time mine is the right to be wrong
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love hungry pilgrims
Show me a good man and I'll show you the door
The last hymn is sung and the devil cries more
Well I'm all for leaving and that being done
I've put in a request to take up my turn
