Paroles de London

London, England, January The weather, gray The rain, thick I wake up, depression all around me Dark thoughts clouding my mind And I open the drawer and I see two things I see the warm told loafers I see the crisp Kashmir socks And I know that today is me to be a good day A hundred dollars a sock Two ankles, you do the math Pour them on, Socks on the first, followed by the loafers Then I know from that day, that week, that month, that year, that decade That millennium That we'll be rich forever Rich forever!