Singer: Gilbert 'O Sullivan Song: Nothing Rhymed Genre: Ballad Year: 1971 Language: English Country: UK
If I give up the seat I've been saving To some elderly lady or man Am I being a good boy, am I your pride and joy Mother please, if your pleased say, I am
And if while in the course of my duty I perform an unfortunate take Would you punish me so, unbelievably so Never again will I make that mistake
This feeling inside me could never deny me The right to be wrong if I choose And this pleasure I get from say Winning a bet, is to lose
When I'm drinking my Bonaparte Shandy Eating more than enough apple pies Will I glance at my screen and see real human beings Starve to death right in front of my eyes
Nothing old, nothing new, nothing ventured Nothing gained, nothing still-born or lost Nothing further than proof, nothing wilder than youth Nothing older than time, nothing sweeter than wine Nothing physically, recklessly, hopelessly blind
Nothing I couldn't say Nothing why 'cos today Nothing rhymed
This feeling inside me could never deny me The right to be wrong if I choose And this pleasure I get from say Winning a bet, is to lose
Nothing good, nothing bad, nothing ventured Nothing gained, nothing still-born or lost Nothing further than proof, nothing wilder than youth Nothing older than time, nothing sweeter than wine Nothing physically, recklessly, hopelessly blind
Nothing I couldn't say Nothing why 'cos today Nothing rhymed
