Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock - Vegetable Friend lyrics
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in and out thunder? I will sit and wonder, with my Vegetable Friend. Where do lions water, after casual slaughter? I will kiss the daughter of my Vegetable Friend. Where the sky is glistening nobody is listening, I'll go to the christening of my Vegetable Friend. It's raining in Europe, but I've got no proof. I've got the semolina blues. Where two eggs are boiling they will not need oiling, I'm for ever toiling with my Vegetable Friend. Under dirty sacking somebody is cracking, nobody is lacking like my Vegetable Friend