THE BLACK SHEEP BACK GARDENER’S SONG

Sings.-

I am your black sheep back gardener, lady,

sowing hard to get things to grow.

I am your black sheep back gardener, lady,

I thought you really ought to know.

Almost spoken word.-

Got this handsome white Arum Lily

wrapped in pink edged cellophane

specially, especially, purely for you.

Muttered.-

Oh, Beauty in the hands of The Beast.

Sings.-

I am your black sheep back gardener, lady,

but there is something to straighten out in my head,

I am your black sheep back gardener, lady,

although I am not ever going to get you into my bed.

(Fade out). The girls in the band sing a version of the old, old song, in mocking tones.-

Oh, his heartbone’s connected to his backbone.

His backbone’s connected to his headbone.

His headbone’s connected to his jawbone

and that’s what it’s all about…

Conversation.-

…jawbone that, girls, just another lily-livered fucking bonehead…

The girls in the band crack up into fits of laughter! The song ends on a fading note of feedback.