We had a barbecue today.

Murmurs

Last night, after work, listening
to Joni Mitchell, all that roleplaying.
I moved the furniture round, inadvertently,

but the parasol is a little bit redundant.
That's why, that's why she asked you
where you were. I'm sorry, what? Who are you?

Do you know the ones that are like gloves?
I can't remember what it was called, but
as you're having a nice time, excuse me.

She told us the story. She had some
the other day but it was gone, well gone.
Yeah, apart from that; it was good

because it was really out the way
there. Isn't that the same as a trailer?
It's in the barbecue. That's the best place.