School of Art
well i made my way to the city
on a lovely sunny day
met me a pretty lady
just stepping of the train
she said to me whats your name
she said im off to the shool of art
to find me a hansom man
i said lets go to the gallary
ill try to lend a hand
she said are you asking me out
she said her name was mis artois
i said i know a song about that
your a hansom man she said
do you come from the schol of art
i said if you want me to
well stella and me we traveld the wrld
from goa to katmandoo
we seen the ancient piramids
we done the nile in a canoo
i thought id never see it throuh
we came back some time last year
gone to the schol of art
then down to the gallary
where she opened up my hart
she said i never thought about it like that
well now we live the quiet life
got a coupple of kids in school
and a dog that eats me out of house and home
and plays me for a fool
but i just keep my cool
Copyright © Kenny Malone | Year Posted 2009
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