The sound of the pleasant raspy saxophone
been through the test of time,
From a screechy old Gramophone,
A shot of tequila with a pinch of salt and a little of lime.
A million little stars on a clear sky with no cloud,
seen through the broken roof of an old bungalow,
lying on an old piano covered in a dusty white shroud.
An Old book and A cup of hot coffee,
The sound of the rain water hitting the roof,
Ah! Feels like I have eaten a hundred million Toffees.