The Strawbs
backside
The boy stood on the burning stage, his back against the mast
He did not dare to turn around till Davy Bowie passed
The stardust painted round his eyes was really fading fast.
Oh but I think I'm going to come again.
Oh but I think I'm going to come again.
The spiders from Uranus were climbing up the walls
With such a space (?) the oddity, his fey libido calls
But the people in the front row can only see his smalls.
Oh but I think I'm going to come again.
Oh but I think I'm going to come again.
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- Nomadness
- Strawbs
- Dragonfly
- Miscellaneous
- Choice Selection
- Grave New World
- Hero and Heroine
- Bursting at the Seams
- Just a Collection of Antiques and Curios
- From the Witchwood
- Ghosts
- The Strawbs: The Collection
- Tears & Pavan - An Introduction to the Strawbs
- 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: Best of...
- Halcyon Days
- Live In America
- Lay Down With the Strawbs
- 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The...
- The Very Best of Strawbs - Halcyon Days
- Alive In America