You seem the type to follow the line   Went from cheery vagabondage to cold blooded luxury in four years   No lick spittle or pickthack from sycophant claw back flunky   Oh, i want to lay by your side   Oh, i will lay down and die if I can’t lay by your side      Weaker vessel or better half?   That Woman’s tears could be the death of me...oh dear   You know when she’s had a few she’ll be onto you there’s no letting up   But, I want to lay by your side   Oh, I will lay down and die if i can’t lay by your side      It may hap that these these are they - the golden years   So don’t despair don’t dismay dry your tears   Everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds      I had a blast off with the cast of a play on the radio   They were more liberal times   Destined to drone in monotone on your radio   It’s a little dream of mine      Oh but comments were less than complimentary   And the deft left hand it followed the right      I think about my happiest times and one of them   was sat in bed watching a documentary on murderers   A bearcat, a memosa and a view of arcady      Oh, I want to lay by your side   Oh, I will lay down and die if I can’t lay by your side      Oh, I want to lay by your side   Oh, I’ll surely lay down and die   I can’t lay by your side      Oh, I want to lay by your side   Oh, I’ll surely lay down and die by your side      Oh, I want to lay by your side