Gondola Songtext
von Richard Dawson

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Good Morning, Britain
A soft-boiled egg
Piers is on Lorraine
Shooting pains down my left leg

Holly and Phil can pay your energy bills
Dead wasp on the windowsill
The last drops of Blossom Hill
Hailstones on the bus up to Lidl

The booze-aisle is dark and wide
A cork upon its ceaseless tide
Ah
Let the darkness roll inside
Ah

And I went to work for dad
In the jewelry shop
I wish I had gone on to higher education
But Tom was always the clever one


Cash In The Attic, A Place In The Sun
A very long-overdue phone call from my son William
Deal Or No Deal, or no deal, or no deal, or no deal
Box number 17 is opened to reveal a wound that′s never healed
Ah

TV drifting out of sight
A cup filled to the brim of night
Ah
Let the darkness roll inside
Ah

I don't want any more regrets
My dreams died like dolphins in a net
I never got to go to Venice
And how many summers have I left?

I still can′t believe I'm a grandma
Jen just passed her driving test
I'm going to put a couple of thousand pounds towards a car
And take her on holiday, make memories before it′s all too late
There we are beneath the Rialto Bridge
Huddled in a gondola