Come fillup your glasses, and let us be merry For the moon it is shining all over the hill
As we roam through the valley
Where the lilies and the roses
And the beauty of Kashmir lays down his sweet head
Come on lads, hit that top note with me and hang on to your toga's. Enter nymph with attitude and boots on,scratching disconsolately at her laurel wreath and swigging intermittently at a large amphora of best bitter.She belches in a melancholic fashion and can be heard muttering...." Paradise be buggered.Bucolic scenes of pastoral innocence and revels my left sandal!I wanna go to a night club, I wanna go and vomit on a taxi driver...I was promised, I was....next Macdonalds would be mine!"