This guy works down the Legion
Who thinks he’s a bit of a fox
He pulls the pints and washes glasses
He’s a bit short and uses a box
Thinks he’s cool, thinks he’s smart
He winks the eye with cheeky chat
I haven’t the heart to call it out
The ladies think he’s a bit of a prat
I listened once, I listened thrice
Some stories hard to hear
A Desert Storm of blood and loss
And limbs and lives lost dear
Well, she's fashionably lean
And she's fashionably late
She'll never rank a scene
She'll never break a date
But she's no drag
Just watch the way she walks
She's a twentieth century fox
She's a twentieth century fox
No tears, no fears
No ruined years, no clocks
She's a twentieth century fox, oh yeah
She's the queen of cool
And she's the lady who waits
Since her mind left school
It never hesitates
She won't waste time on elementary talk
'Cause she's a twentieth century fox
She's a twentieth century fox
Got the world locked up
Inside a plastic box
She's a twentieth century fox, oh yeah
Twentieth century fox, oh yeah
Twentieth century fox
She's a twentieth century fox
Never said it had to be original, and yeah, too bad this is the twenty-first century.
@Suzianne saidA good copy is better than a bad original.
Well, she's fashionably lean
And she's fashionably late
She'll never rank a scene
She'll never break a date
But she's no drag
Just watch the way she walks
She's a twentieth century fox
She's a twentieth century fox
No tears, no fears
No ruined years, no clocks
She's a twentieth century fox, oh yeah
She's the queen of cool
And she's the lady who waits
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Never said it had to be original, and yeah, too bad this is the twenty-first century.
There once was a cool fox in Fort Knox
who lived in a cold, tiny box
and freezing it was
so he said to his boss
"I need money to buy four new socks".
Cool walls leach the warmth away
And money’s scarcer every day
The boiler’s off it’s on the blink
Gas is leaking such a stink
Wrapped in blanket warm and snug
Something’s moving just a bug
I’ll sit here now and breath it in
The darkness sly a creeping sin
Life’s laughs and loves and joy remind
Of times since past no more to find
Doorbell chimes I loose the locks
It’s boiler man called Mr Fox