SABLE (to the tune of 'Bike', by the Floyd/Syd)
I've got a Sable, you can ride it if you're able, It's got a saddle, a set o' reins and things that make it look good. I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world, I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.
I've got a Llama, it's a bit of an alarmer, It gobs in your face and chews on grass all-day. If you think that could be good, then I guess it should.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world, I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.
I know a Bison, an' he's rather a nice 'un,
I don't know why I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather shaggy, but he's a good Bison.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world, I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.
I've got a clan of Her-er-erdmen,
Here a man, there a man, lots of Her-er-erdmen.
Take a taste if you wish, they're on the dish.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world, I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.
I know a place with a bloody big Block,
It's big, it's black... it buried bad old Wakboth.
But now I've got to dash, I'm off to Moonbroth.
*Now there's a good name for a band (as opposed to 'Suicidal Tendencies')
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