Lyrics

I asked a pretty girl to go out with me on a Saturday afternoon
Her eyes grew wide and her face turned green and she threw up all over my shoes
Now maybe she just had some really bad fish
Or maybe she’d been riding on a twirling dish
Oh boy oh may oh might I have a just one wish
I’ll keep my mouth shut next time I’m in Cavendish

I met a fine busker who was juggling knives on a Saturday afternoon
He asked me if I’d let him shave my face while he juggled and played kazoo
Now maybe he was just a little blind in one eye
And maybe he got better on a subsequent try
But now I have a scar and I have but one wish
I’ll keep my mouth shut next time I’m in Cavendish

I met a money man coming out of a bank on a Saturday afternoon
He was running in a scurry, in a flurry, in a hurry and he handed me a bag of loons
Now maybe that’s a case of wrong place, wrong time
But the coppers quickly cuffed me for a dangerous crime
I’m holding stolen money and I have but one wish
I’ll go to Strathmore next time and not Cavendish