Protocol
Okay let's get the etiquette straight
I walk towards you, I nod
You nod back
Works all around the world
What doesn’t work, is, you're stopping
Stopping is bad
It’s a protocol thing
One must never stop and engage one
You just don’t do it
I really don’t want to know about your corns
Don’t give a crap about your lumbago
The price of fish doesn’t interest me
Old Mrs Jones died this time
Sure she’ll be missed
Your wife’s having an affair.
How are your corns
They really can be painful, I'm told
That lumbago
I could recommend a good chiropractor
The price of fish these days, shocking.
Old Mrs Jones
God, I'll miss her
Is that my bust, bus
Need to rush.
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