YELLOW BIKINI




How come you get the wrong end of every stick?
Either you're a genius or else you must be thick
How did you let your first love slip away?
Your life is like a house that Jack built in a day
I say what I like, I like what I say
I sneeze and cough together if I have to be sick
It saves time

I love to see her walking in her Yellow Bikini
To see her hair hanging behind her Yellow Bikini strap
Even though her feet are hidden in the mists of memory
She must be wearing something on them tasteful and free
That's another thing to notice when I enter the dream
If I can find the combination I'll be going back

I really should have kissed her
But I was paralysed and numb
I wasn't ready Eddy
I was just learning to be dumb
So I wrote her an unsuitable letter
The sort that her parents shouldn't find
The parents then went and read the letter
And the love affair began to unwind

She's got a break in her voice sounds like cherries and peaches
That's the sweetness I need to make me jam
I will never surrender I will seek her on the beaches
I'll follow that bridge across the void as far as it reaches
I'll pull her through that hole before time repairs the breaches
I'm a Yellow Bikini snatcher man, that's what I am

Yellow Bikini, Yellow Bikini
I'm running back to find her just as fast as I can
I'm a Yellow Bikini snatcher man, that's what I am



DONKEY

He walks around the corner
She doesn't even know his name
He's carrying his hairstyle
Like a Donkey wears his mane
Indifferently she backs him up
against the nearest wall
When he's in the right position
then she manages to fall
She murmurs that she's sorry
As she activates the game
He switches on and thinks
that this must be his lucky day
"Anytime!"" he says
exactly what she thought he'd say

Someone walks around the corner
Someone bleeding on the floor
She wrinkles up her nose
And disappears through the door
The wounded man is desperate
so he follows her inside
She tells him "Better leave
I'm going to take a Donkey ride"
But he loves her like a suicide
falling on a sword
He drags himself towards her
like the beast who wouldn't die
She escapes upon the Donkey
and they both go home to lie down

He haw!

They wake up in the morning
She can't believe his ears
He checks them in the mirror
He says "They've been that way for years"
She thought that he was larger
when he blocked the corridor
She thought that he was handsome
she can't see it anymore
He pretends to be amused
But there's a little bit of fear
She gets out of bed
and takes her knickers from a messy drawer
He wonders if he'll ever see her
naked anymore

She makes a little breakfast
She's not inclined to speak
He takes what he is given
Though his stomach's feeling weak
The wounded man comes calling
and her body comes alive
She site upon the wounded knee
the Donkey's mortified
He discovers he is bleeding
When he goes to take a leak
Meanwhile inside the other room
the wounded man gets well
As she hangs around his neck
and puts him underneath the Donkey spell

He haw!





By special request of Marina, here are the lyrics to This Thing, the current single and title track of the album


THIS THING

White raincoat, collar turned up
A cup of coffee and a chicken pie
Green bus rolling round the roundabout
The world and the other
and all the mothers go by

Can you feel me looking at you
Are you considering looking at me too
Is there something you can do
about the matter with me?

Hey little bird, can i come home with you
If there's nothing you're supposed to be doing?
Hey little bird, are you feeling groovy too?
Shall we see what happens when we pull this string?
What are we gonna do with This Thing?

Black tights underneath a pair of shorts
Seems like a funny combination of hose
She's thumbing away, sniffing on her handy
She's just too cool to blow her nose

Now she's opening up her laptop
And she's got to call her friend up
"I'm feeling kinda funny
Are you coming tonight?"

Hey little bird….

Hey little bird, will you come home with me
For an Einstein and Marilyn Monroe fling?
Hey little bird, i think it could be groovy
Shall we see what happens when we pull this string?
What are we gonna do with This Thing?


(words and music all titles by Brendan Kidulis)

© Kidulis