Gentlemen and the fly All sitting around one big table Endlessly talking to one another Nothing out of the ordinary Justh the Gentlemen and the fly Buzzing aroung there heads Nothing more than a moment togther with the boys, chatting With the old few left of us But here comes that fly Ripping through like a plane that buzzes in the clouds at mock two No one could swat it Even catch it or smack it off into it's misery, nope The whole night was wasted Sitting chatting in the room Only the Gentlemen and the fly June 12, 1994 4:02am ©1994
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