Sangtekster:
Richard Thompson Rumor And Sigh

It's a Vincent Black Lightning, 1952. And I've seen you at the corners and cafes it seems Red hair and black leather, my favourite colour scheme" And he pulled her on behind and

Jimmy Shands Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands They don't mend with sticky tape and glue Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands Don't sit on my Jimmy Shands And that

his body And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven His shouts and his curses they are just hymns and praises To kick-start his mind now and then

to see you again, I wish I had more time". She was laughing as she brushed my cheek "Why don't you call me, angel, maybe next week Promise now, cross your heart and

gates of hell She got a hundred black horses with sulphur and coal on their breath And she rides the unbelievers down, mother knows best She says "Bring me your first-born, and

really it contains acids and chemicals When her friend tries it, her hair falls out, Her face is wrinkled and her body scarred The thoughtful woman turns to her husband and winks And

You got a better deal, and you took his invitation You've been sitting on his lap and taking his dictation Oh but mercy, we used to love all day and