Dave Taylor - Kilroy Lyrics

Come all ye would be poets
Who put your thoughts in rhyme
Who string your words together
Become legends in your time
Oh let us one and all bow down
To the greatest of them all
For what is life if we can't read
The writing on the wall

You can keep your Blake, your Wordsworth
Your Shelley and your Keats
Stuff your T.S Eliot, and Betjemen and Yeats
Salute the new Poet Laureate
Let's see his name in lights
The modern metaphysical
Who can put the world to rights

Let's raise our glasses to Kilroy
Let's all shout out his name
They seek him here, they seek him there
But the painters' work has been in vain
There's many a time that I've sat here
Unable to refrain
Trousers round me ankles
Laughing like a drain

He's no bog standard rhymer
He should be on Channel Four
He'll tell us Sharon is a slag
And Tracey is a whore
Watch out for limbo dancers
Of Jacques Cousteau beware
And don't bother with the chewing gum
From that machine over there

Let's raise our glasses to Kilroy
Let's all shout out his name
They seek him here, they seek him there
But the painters' work has been in vain
There's many a time that I've sat here
Unable to refrain
Trousers round me ankles
Laughing like a drain

So take your hats off to the King
He's no flash in the pan
He's always on the scene
When there's a job to be done
There's balls by Picasso and L.O.A.Q.I.C
And it's oh so droll with a toilet roll
Of sociology degrees

Let's raise our glasses to Kilroy
Let's all shout out his name
They seek him here, they seek him there
But the painters' work has been in vain
There's many a time that I've sat here
Unable to refrain
Trousers round me ankles
Laughing like a drain

And while you're reading what he's put
You could be pissing on your foot