Now if I could just get paid 50 odd grand a year for that I be set!
Can't remember the last time I sung this but I know it was a loooooooonnnnnngggggg time ago!
- It's raining; it's pouring.
- The old man is snoring.
- He went to bed and bumped his head,
- And he wouldn't get up in the morning
I'd better go out an water what's left of my withered garden before it turns into a desert.
Cheers from the new Darling Desert.