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I went to a wedding though only the night time;
I didn’t know them that well,
I watched on from the margins at the dance floor crowded.
The DJ adhered to the rule of occasion – “Dancing Queen”
“Shoop Shoop Song” “You’re The One That I Want”
They’re the ones that they want – he knew his trade well I could see.
And at a table nearby I heard a girl saying to a tall balding guest
“So you’re Brad Friedel: I’m mildly impressed”.
I thought I’d chance my arm, her reply won my heart
“So, you’re William Pitt – Elder or Younger?”
And then inexplicably for reasons unfathomable
But to me wholly admirable the DJ played us some Tallis.
He yanked off The Corrs in disgust and announced Thomas Tallis:
“Lamentations of Jeremiah”.
Across an empty dancefloor I walked to commend him
And also enquire if he had any Dowland.
The incident passed, things got back to normal
At the end of the evening everyone staggered out singing
And they were singing………..
Oh you can’t put your foot up in Europe
You can’t show your studs on the ‘nent
They take a dim view of a slightly raised shoe
So think on if you’re up against Ghent, my lad
Think on if you’re up against Ghent.