A Concise History of Harry Shoes

Lyrics by Michael Palin
Everyone says the same.
Though they can't remember his name,
He's neatly filed and placed
As The Man With Very Poor Taste.

He lives in a yellow semi
With a purple striped front door.
His son is green,
His wife is pink.
She works all day at a bright red sink
And she doesn't wear a hat in church.

He's got a concrete garden
And curtains in his car
And a plastic hedge
And a wooden dog
And a garden pond with a marble frog
And he doesn't wear a collar in church.

But now that he's gone
They've nothing to say.
There's nothing for his wife
Now that he's passed away
And I think that's very poor taste.
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