Gilbert O’Sullivan - Nothing rhymed
Tekst en muziek: Gilbert O’Sullivan
(1970)






If I give up the seat I’ve been saving
To some elderly lady or man
Am I being a good boy
Am I your pride and joy
Mother please, if you’re pleased, say I am



And if while in the course of my duty
I perform an unfortunate take
Would you punish me so, unbelievably so
Never again will I make that mistake



This feeling inside me, could never deny me
The right to be wrong if I choose
And this pleasure I get
From say winning a bet
Is to lose



When I’m drinking my Bonaparte Shandy
Eating more than enough apple pies
Will I glance at my screen and see real human beings
Starve to death right in front of my eyes



Nothing old, nothing new, nothing ventured
Nothing gained, nothing still-born or lost
Nothing further than proof, nothing wilder than youth
Nothing older than time, nothing sweeter than wine
Nothing physically, recklessly, hopelessly blind
Nothing I couldn’t say
Nothing why, ’cause today
Nothing rhymed



This feeling inside me, could never deny me
The right to be wrong if I choose
And this pleasure I get
From say winning a bet
Is to lose



Nothing good, nothing bad, nothing ventured
Nothing gained, nothing still-born or lost
Nothing further than proof, nothing wilder than youth
Nothing older than time, nothing sweeter than wine
Nothing physically, recklessly, hopelessly blind
Nothing I couldn’t say
Nothing why, ’cause today
Nothing rhymed









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