Up, Up and Away
My old mate, Dan, has a hole in his roof
It’s really not like him to tell you the truth
He maintains his house so it’s sound as a pound
But I don’t know why he’s nowhere to be found
Dan’s a war hero and part time inventor
He goes nowhere near that new furniture centre
He modifies ordinance for a new purpose
He’s fitted his house out with World War Two surplus
His sofa is seats from a Douglas transporter
That ditched, in the war, in the sea off Gibraltar
His armchair came out of an old war plane too
But that’s not here either, and that’s a big clue
That hole in the roof that shouldn’t be there
And also the fact of the missing armchair
Which once held an airman the war couldn't beat
I’d bet that armchair was an ejector seat
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