Drive Me to the Moon

I love driving a car I do
Getting behind the wheel without further ado
Makes me feel very powerful
Adrenaline rush, how wonderful
Stepping on the gas gives me a buzz
The trees whizz past me in a fuzz
Then there's got to be a bloody red light
A speed limit or a police patrol in the night
I hate them all because they mean stand bail
Unless I stop or roll a' the pace of a snail
What I'd love most is a highway to the stars
Where I can drive non stop all the way to Mars

Voila

Voila
Je m'emmerde
Voila
Tout m'emmerde
Et toi, oui toi
Toi aussi tu m'emmerdes

Voila
Je m'exprime
Voila
Tant me chagrine
Et puis, ooh la!
Depuis qu' j'ai mangé j'hallucine

Voila
Je vous l'ai dit
Voila
Se payer ma tête est interdit
Chui poete, eh ben oui
Je peux voler si ca me dit

My Ideal Man

My ideal man
Does not have to have a tan
Neither does he need to own a van
But I must be able to say he can
Get me water during a hosepipe ban
He must show me he's my fan
Even if I eat garlic Nan
He should know the plan
To make of me his ideal woman
That way I won't have to do a damn
Thing and be free to enjoy me gardan
Or a lovely converted barn
But he must defo be Algerian
Hear me now you daft man!

Glorious Flip-flops

Time to wear my flip-flops

What a heavenly sensation to the feet

Air, sand, replace socks

Flip-flops are the best Summer treat

Even better than ice chocs

Equivalent to a feet's Summer retreat

Go in them around shops

Buy or not; still good to grab a seat

Rest and fan sweaty drops

Trainers, boots, no need to cheat

Flip-flops are top of the pops

They're defo impossible to beat

Summer is Here

The first day of summer announces
The official begining of summer
Hot, dry weather and beach flounces
Time to sweat it out you bugger
I hate summer heat but like the dances
And the chance to gorge on sugar

Birthdays

I have always really wondered
Why humans mark their birthdays
Whereas things like monkeys and bread
Don't seem to notice fleeting weekdays
What is there to celebrate or dread
You fools; it's just one among days and days
Why should the day you were born be paid
A special treatment? What have you accomplished, it says
Coming to this life! you answered
So it rolls away in histerics of disbelief at your face
Seems you really buy into it eh you eejit, so you've been bred
If I were a birth day I'd also laugh with malice and grace
But I am one to whom a birth day arrives and makes fed
With cakes, drinks, surrounded by loved ones and candle rays
And that's why it's an excuse to mock about and hold a fête!