A Lancelot trumped my bourgeoisie
Gallantly racing from glen to glen
His head held high on Concorde
I beg of you Sir, lay easy my hem
When my lover waves on, forever, amen
A Lancelot trumped my bourgeoisie
Gallantly racing from glen to glen
His head held high on Concorde
I beg of you Sir, lay easy my hem
When my lover waves on, forever, amen