Cud - Robinson Crusoe lyrics

Every Tuesday, Friday spied him Wriggling round on a triangular mound "Let me teach you justice economics: Shillings and pence You know they don't make no sense." How can you sell me sky and the rain? They're not of you however much you claim Please don't let the colour of my skin Flavour your culinary coq-au vin Vigour, vim and a perfect grin - It made him one sunny jim I'd really like to be more than an arm's throw Away from Mr. Robinson Crusoe Friday's daily dose of opiates On my strict moral conscience it grates So in punishment I sent him down To a bamboo prison in a bamboo town Friday's puzzled, looking old He really can't tell what he's done wrong; "Look Mr. Crusoe, I can't dig this Why punish yourself for an indulgence in bliss?" Vigour, vim and a perfect grin - It made him one sunny jim I'd really like to be more than an arm's throw Away from Mr. Robinson Crusoe