Caribbean Hate Song

(Overend Watts)

The frying pan you gave me lies sadly on my bed
The dress that you were wearing, the colour it was very pale turquoise
Now it doesn't matter 'cause you're on some distant shore
Living like a Queen I spect you lucky little ex-girlfriend of mine

(Ain't that a shame) But some day I think you leave it all behind
(Turn, turn, turn) Turn another page forget the last, it's past
Never stop to think about the ones who cry
Left out of your life

The Christmas card I sent you in 1977
I must have been on tour because the post mark was from a village in Cornwall
Now I lead a private life, my hair's short at the front (and tight)
And people say I'm crazy or they say I'm just a very pleasant boy (and fat).
And I like to live in Acton, and I like a cup of tea
In fact I've just drunk six of them I'll have to go and see
A man about a dog

(Ain't that a shame) But some day I think I'll leave it all behind
(Turn, turn, turn) Turn another page forget the last, it's past
Never stop to think about the one who lies
Left out of my life

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Transcribed by Colin Ford

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Adrian Perkins