Sir Basil
Sir Basil
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Sir Basil retired, he sits alone at home, reads "Times",
once there was a time for tennis, he played,
he wore shorts and tights,
and the girls he invited to his home.
Now reads Dryden, come on ,
walks in a bathrobe in a dusty house
and no one cares for him,
here is old age sinner,
He used to come to Beverly Hills,
there he invited you to Elvis Presley gig,
Of course he wears Rolex,
and cashmere coat
But today Sir Basil, is he remembered me?
how sad, it is to be rich, and not have friends,
sentenced himself,
you do not be sad, you can go the Beverly diner again,
There are so many lovey girls,
they are just waiting for my songs,
You know, I have no end of them,
I send you greetings, my old friend.
