We've got to admire our Tony, jumping into No. 262 like this - as an actual drunken boat! Very risky behaviour!
And here he is![1], and lighter than cork, he revolves upon waves that roll the dead forever in the deep? Er ... YES! That's our Tony![1], and here he is![2], and like, er, a duck to water, certainly[1], and lighter than cork, he revolves upon waves that roll the dead forever in the deep? Er ... YES! That's our Tony![2], and a-ROUND the waves here through the wild splash and surging of the tides, we are here ... too![1], and like, er, a duck to water, certainly[2], and Rimbaud would be spinning if he were with us, not in his grave[1], and a-ROUND the waves here through the wild splash and surging of the tides, we are here ... too![2], and washed in vomit and stained with blue wine, our Tony? Not on a working day, surely?![1], and Rimbaud would be spinning if he were with us, not in his grave[2], and we have seen what others have only dreamed they saw![1], and washed in vomit and stained with blue wine, our Tony? Not on a working day, surely?![2], and Tony never thought the bright feet of Mary could muzzle up the heavy-breathing waves! 'Fair enough, boss'[1], and we have seen what others have only dreamed they saw![2], and panthers in the skins of men?![1], and Tony never thought the bright feet of Mary could muzzle up the heavy-breathing waves! 'Fair enough, boss'[2], and Tony likes to bathe in black perfume, just like the giant serpents! 'Whatever floats his boat!'[1], and panthers in the skins of men?![2], and silver suns, waves of pearl, fiery skies ...[1], and Tony likes to bathe in black perfume, just like the giant serpents! 'Whatever floats his boat!'[2], and a-ROUND, again, and again, a-ROUND, so exhausting ... / at least Rimbaud's had an ending ...[1], and silver suns, waves of pearl, fiery skies ...[2], and ... / ... oh, a-ROUND![1], and a-ROUND, again, and again, a-ROUND, so exhausting ... / at least Rimbaud's had an ending ...[2], and I feel like ... crying a bit[1], and ... / ... oh, a-ROUND![2], and it's true, Tony has cried too much ... maybe he'll sink in the sea 'And give us all a rest, eh?'[1], and I feel like ... crying a bit[2], and here he is![3], and it's true, Tony has cried too much ... maybe he'll sink in the sea 'And give us all a rest, eh?'[2], and lighter than cork, he revolves upon waves that roll the dead forever in the deep? Er ... YES! That's our Tony![3], and like, er, a duck to water, certainly[3], and a-ROUND the waves here through the wild splash and surging of the tides, we are here ... too![3], and Rimbaud would be spinning if he were with us, not in his grave[3], and washed in vomit and stained with blue wine, our Tony? Not on a working day, surely?![3], and we have seen what others have only dreamed they saw![3], and Tony never thought the bright feet of Mary could muzzle up the heavy-breathing waves! 'Fair enough, boss'[3], and panthers in the skins of men?![3], and Tony likes to bathe in black perfume, just like the giant serpents! 'Whatever floats his boat!'[3], and silver suns, waves of pearl, fiery skies ...[3], and a-ROUND, again, and again, a-ROUND, so exhausting ... / at least Rimbaud's had an ending ...[3], and ... / ... oh, a-ROUND![3], and I feel like ... crying a bit[3], and it's true, Tony has cried too much ... maybe he'll sink in the sea 'And give us all a rest, eh?'[3], and
And here he is![1], and lighter than cork, he revolves upon waves that roll the dead forever in the deep? Er ... YES! That's our Tony![1], and here he is![2], and like, er, a duck to water, certainly[1], and lighter than cork, he revolves upon waves that roll the dead forever in the deep? Er ... YES! That's our Tony![2], and a-ROUND the waves here through the wild splash and surging of the tides, we are here ... too![1], and like, er, a duck to water, certainly[2], and Rimbaud would be spinning if he were with us, not in his grave[1], and a-ROUND the waves here through the wild splash and surging of the tides, we are here ... too![2], and washed in vomit and stained with blue wine, our Tony? Not on a working day, surely?![1], and Rimbaud would be spinning if he were with us, not in his grave[2], and we have seen what others have only dreamed they saw![1], and washed in vomit and stained with blue wine, our Tony? Not on a working day, surely?![2], and Tony never thought the bright feet of Mary could muzzle up the heavy-breathing waves! 'Fair enough, boss'[1], and we have seen what others have only dreamed they saw![2], and panthers in the skins of men?![1], and Tony never thought the bright feet of Mary could muzzle up the heavy-breathing waves! 'Fair enough, boss'[2], and Tony likes to bathe in black perfume, just like the giant serpents! 'Whatever floats his boat!'[1], and panthers in the skins of men?![2], and silver suns, waves of pearl, fiery skies ...[1], and Tony likes to bathe in black perfume, just like the giant serpents! 'Whatever floats his boat!'[2], and a-ROUND, again, and again, a-ROUND, so exhausting ... / at least Rimbaud's had an ending ...[1], and silver suns, waves of pearl, fiery skies ...[2], and ... / ... oh, a-ROUND![1], and a-ROUND, again, and again, a-ROUND, so exhausting ... / at least Rimbaud's had an ending ...[2], and I feel like ... crying a bit[1], and ... / ... oh, a-ROUND![2], and it's true, Tony has cried too much ... maybe he'll sink in the sea 'And give us all a rest, eh?'[1], and I feel like ... crying a bit[2], and here he is![3], and it's true, Tony has cried too much ... maybe he'll sink in the sea 'And give us all a rest, eh?'[2], and lighter than cork, he revolves upon waves that roll the dead forever in the deep? Er ... YES! That's our Tony![3], and like, er, a duck to water, certainly[3], and a-ROUND the waves here through the wild splash and surging of the tides, we are here ... too![3], and Rimbaud would be spinning if he were with us, not in his grave[3], and washed in vomit and stained with blue wine, our Tony? Not on a working day, surely?![3], and we have seen what others have only dreamed they saw![3], and Tony never thought the bright feet of Mary could muzzle up the heavy-breathing waves! 'Fair enough, boss'[3], and panthers in the skins of men?![3], and Tony likes to bathe in black perfume, just like the giant serpents! 'Whatever floats his boat!'[3], and silver suns, waves of pearl, fiery skies ...[3], and a-ROUND, again, and again, a-ROUND, so exhausting ... / at least Rimbaud's had an ending ...[3], and ... / ... oh, a-ROUND![3], and I feel like ... crying a bit[3], and it's true, Tony has cried too much ... maybe he'll sink in the sea 'And give us all a rest, eh?'[3], and
And here he is![1], and lighter than cork, he revolves upon waves that roll the dead forever in the deep? Er ... YES! That's our Tony![1], and here he is![2], and like, er, a duck to water, certainly[1], and lighter than cork, he revolves upon waves that roll the dead forever in the deep? Er ... YES! That's our Tony![2], and a-ROUND the waves here through the wild splash and surging of the tides, we are here ... too![1], and like, er, a duck to water, certainly[2], and Rimbaud would be spinning if he were with us, not in his grave[1], and a-ROUND the waves here through the wild splash and surging of the tides, we are here
... too![2], and washed in vomit and stained with blue wine, our Tony?
Not on a working day, surely?![1], and Rimbaud would be spinning if he
were with us, not in his grave[2], and we have seen what others have only dreamed they saw![1],
and washed in vomit and stained with blue wine, our Tony? Not on a
working day, surely?![2], and Tony never thought the bright feet of Mary
could muzzle up the heavy-breathing waves! 'Fair enough, boss'[1], and we have seen what others have only dreamed they saw![2],
and panthers in the skins of men?![1], and Tony never thought the
bright feet of Mary could muzzle up the heavy-breathing waves! 'Fair
enough, boss'[2], and Tony likes to bathe in black perfume, just like
the giant serpents! 'Whatever floats his boat!'[1], and panthers in the
skins of men?![2], and silver suns, waves of pearl, fiery skies ...[1],
and Tony likes to bathe in black perfume, just like the giant serpents!
'Whatever floats his boat!'[2], and a-ROUND, again, and again, a-ROUND,
so exhausting ... / at least Rimbaud's had an ending ...[1], and silver
suns, waves of pearl, fiery skies ...[2], and ... / ... oh, a-ROUND![1],
and a-ROUND, again, and again, a-ROUND, so exhausting ... / at least
Rimbaud's had an ending ...[2], and I feel like ... crying a bit[1],
and ... / ... oh, a-ROUND![2], and it's true, Tony has cried too much
... maybe he'll sink in the sea 'And give us all a rest, eh?'[1], and I feel like ... crying a bit[2], and here
he is![3], and it's true, Tony has cried too much ... maybe he'll sink
in the sea 'And give us all a rest, eh?'[2], and lighter than cork, he
revolves upon waves that roll the dead forever in the deep? Er ... YES!
That's our Tony![3], and like, er, a duck to water, certainly[3], and a-ROUND the waves here through the wild splash and surging of the tides, we are here ... too![3], and Rimbaud would be spinning if he were with us, not in his grave[3], and washed in vomit and stained with blue wine, our Tony? Not on a working day, surely?![3], and we have seen what others have only dreamed they saw![3],
and Tony never thought the bright feet of Mary could muzzle up the
heavy-breathing waves! 'Fair enough, boss'[3], and panthers in the skins
of men?![3], and Tony likes to bathe in black perfume, just like the
giant serpents! 'Whatever floats his boat!'[3], and silver suns, waves
of pearl, fiery skies ...[3], and a-ROUND, again, and again, a-ROUND, so
exhausting ... / at least Rimbaud's had an ending ...[3], and ... / ...
oh, a-ROUND![3], and I feel like ... crying a bit[3], and it's true, Tony has cried too much ... maybe he'll sink in the sea 'And give us all a rest, eh?'[3], and
And here he is![1], and lighter than cork, he revolves upon waves that roll the dead forever in the deep? Er ... YES! That's our Tony![1], and here he is![2], and like, er, a duck to water, certainly[1], and lighter than cork, he revolves upon waves that roll the dead forever in the deep? Er ... YES! That's our Tony![2], and a-ROUND the waves here through the wild splash and surging of the tides, we are here ... too![1], and like, er, a duck to water, certainly[2], and Rimbaud would be spinning if he were with us, not in his grave[1], and a-ROUND the waves here through the wild splash and surging of the tides, we are here
... too![2], and washed in vomit and stained with blue wine, our Tony?
Not on a working day, surely?![1], and Rimbaud would be spinning if he
were with us, not in his grave[2], and we have seen what others have only dreamed they saw![1],
and washed in vomit and stained with blue wine, our Tony? Not on a
working day, surely?![2], and Tony never thought the bright feet of Mary
could muzzle up the heavy-breathing waves! 'Fair enough, boss'[1], and we have seen what others have only dreamed they saw![2],
and panthers in the skins of men?![1], and Tony never thought the
bright feet of Mary could muzzle up the heavy-breathing waves! 'Fair
enough, boss'[2], and Tony likes to bathe in black perfume, just like
the giant serpents! 'Whatever floats his boat!'[1], and panthers in the
skins of men?![2], and silver suns, waves of pearl, fiery skies ...[1],
and Tony likes to bathe in black perfume, just like the giant serpents!
'Whatever floats his boat!'[2], and a-ROUND, again, and again, a-ROUND,
so exhausting ... / at least Rimbaud's had an ending ...[1], and silver
suns, waves of pearl, fiery skies ...[2], and ... / ... oh, a-ROUND![1],
and a-ROUND, again, and again, a-ROUND, so exhausting ... / at least
Rimbaud's had an ending ...[2], and I feel like ... crying a bit[1],
and ... / ... oh, a-ROUND![2], and it's true, Tony has cried too much
... maybe he'll sink in the sea 'And give us all a rest, eh?'[1], and I feel like ... crying a bit[2], and here
he is![3], and it's true, Tony has cried too much ... maybe he'll sink
in the sea 'And give us all a rest, eh?'[2], and lighter than cork, he
revolves upon waves that roll the dead forever in the deep? Er ... YES!
That's our Tony![3], and like, er, a duck to water, certainly[3], and a-ROUND the waves here through the wild splash and surging of the tides, we are here ... too![3], and Rimbaud would be spinning if he were with us, not in his grave[3], and washed in vomit and stained with blue wine, our Tony? Not on a working day, surely?![3], and we have seen what others have only dreamed they saw![3],
and Tony never thought the bright feet of Mary could muzzle up the
heavy-breathing waves! 'Fair enough, boss'[3], and panthers in the skins
of men?![3], and Tony likes to bathe in black perfume, just like the
giant serpents! 'Whatever floats his boat!'[3], and silver suns, waves
of pearl, fiery skies ...[3], and a-ROUND, again, and again, a-ROUND, so
exhausting ... / at least Rimbaud's had an ending ...[3], and ... / ...
oh, a-ROUND![3], and I feel like ... crying a bit[3], and it's true, Tony has cried too much ... maybe he'll sink in the sea 'And give us all a rest, eh?'[3], and
