Private Romeo

Romeo Jaxx had a friend for a fool So he never thought "Baby's in love." He fought for his rights and he slept through your dreams With his self-centred wolverine paralysed Drove out of the camp on a bright summer's day waving last weekend's pass-out goodbye Phoned Jenny, then Julie, who never complained Filled his tank, with the world running dry. Throws off the fatigues now, just too tired to fight, He will walk to the beat of another man's drum sometimes valour's the best part of sin. With a grin shoves his ring on the pawnbroker's manicured thumb. Now this story splits down three parallel lines. My version, the truth and your lies You saw him conversing with 12-year-old Jim in myriad tongues, his back to the wind. I found him saluting a girl in Key West, Where admirals croak and malingerers lie. We both know he broke each old, weary taboo Well, salmon will leap when they're straining to die. Maybe Romeo Jaxx is of much sterner stuff And never was swayed from some destiny's path. Straight as a die but the die is now cast, the cast are now blind and the blind are aghast. Our Romeo sees that there's no one ahead don't tell him, there's no one behind.