Black Cats from Easy Rider by Hellga Black

The lights are on, but nobody’s home
From rags to riches: money talks Om!
The Order of Merit’s worth every penny
I’ve met a few talents — but not so many

Behind the times — in broad daylight
Just bag of the wind — look a sight
Thrilled to bits — ahead of the pack
Like water off all a ducks brown back

As black as a stack of black cats
A face like thunder when smelling rats
You can’t take it with you — that’s that
Even salt of the earth goes finally mad

A friend in need is a friend indeed
A dog in the manger has own words to eat
The best thing happened since sliced bread
He rolls out the carpet coloured in red

As black as a stack of black cats
A face like thunder when smelling rats
You can’t take it with you — that’s that
Even salt of the earth goes finally mad

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