Sky west and crooked
Twisted and as strange as fuck
Outside the bookies
window shopping for a change of luck
Oh, Carter. I love you so. With your flirting with sensitivity, before throwing the kitchen sink in. And your wordplay and puns. Your terrible, terrible puns.
If we club together
with all the diamonds we’ve saved
We could look to our hearts and say
we’ve got it in spades
Also in this song? Ian Dury quoting Man of La Mancha. So… much… love.