Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
Lewes (Till I Die)
Oxymoronic town
with picture-postcard twittens
in South Downs arcadia,
Placid on its surface, restive deep down,
. . . and the Lewes fans sing:
I'm Lewes till I die,
I know I am, I'm sure I am,
I'm Lewes till I die!
Up the hill past Percy Bysshe Shelley's,
Father Flood's ranting out,
His flock cat-napping in the pews
as he blasts the Bonfire Boys who sing so merry:
I'm Lewes till I die,
I know I am, I'm sure I am,
I'm Lewes till I die.
From Lewes Castle look I around,
And see the site of the old Star Inn
where Protestant martyrs burned at the stake
in this firework of a town,
They were in Lewes when they died,
They knew they were, they saw they were,
In Lewes when they died.
At the Lewes Arms playing Toads,
I'm winning by a crooked mile
cutting the lead to score them in,
it's doing the business any road.
I own:
I'm Lewes toad I die,
I know I am; I'm toad I am!
Lewes toad I die!
At dusk Mounts Harry and Caburn smile down,
These imposters are friends of mine,
I laugh like an ejit upon their backs:
benign humps nestling this wee town,
And I sing:
They're Lewes till it dies,
I know they are, I'm sure they are,
They're Lewes till it dies!