Wisheries

While they fish out the fisheries

I wish on the wisheries

Mixed up in the mysteries

Every night every night

I pedal hope now from port to port

I never stay at the last resort

I'm not tall but I never come up short

I always pay, I pay and pay

I got arrested and I got away

I met Clint and he made my day

Tarred and feathered in La Brea

What a pit, what a pit

I formed my own government

I cast pearls before the parliament

Got some girls for the ex-president

No not him, another one

Though I appear none too glamorous

I have often been amorous

Though I am an ignoranimous

Ignoranimous, that's the word

My chances were ludicrous

She was graceful and luminous

My heart sank Bituminous

But I asked anyway

Through a window she kissed my face

Pushed me down and put me in my place

The French would call that the coup de grace

No, that's not my native tongue

Found a raincoat in a London fog

Got a kitten from a catalog

Got a demo from a demagogue

I played it loud, it pleased the crowd

While they fish out the fisheries

I miss the missing and the mysteries

I broke a dish signed by Cyd Charisse

Yea, I pay, I always pay

I pay and pay