2 Quotes by Robbie Franklin

Imagine ThisLife is not a bowl of cherriesIgnore what's in the songIt's not a bowl of things at allThe song you see, is wrongThink of it as rhubarbAnd don't forget the custardA mixture of the sharp and sweetAnd a word to say when flustered.

LambrettaIt doesn't get much betterThough I'm trying to forget herThat girl on that LambrettaStole my heart.But my feelings just got fonderAs she disappeared off yonderBut I couldn't get my Honda Bike to start.So I'll admit defeatIt's not partial, it's complete'Cos I'll never get to meetThat work of art.Now I've ceased to be a suitorI imagine that'll suit her An' I 'ope her rotten scooterFalls apart.