PJ and the Dosey Tart
P.J babes, this one’s for you
For being such a frisky fool
For gathering me up when I’m feeling down
For always being a clumsy clown.
Here’s to margaritas at the old cantina
To tango nights and waltzing fever
To catching butterflies in our midst
To pasta salad with all the bits.
And we owe it all to purgatory
That place we serve decaf and tea
Yep we kow tow to all the plebs
But oh one needs to earn ones bread.
But we’ll be better off you see
For we have fuel to build our dreams
And we were pals right from the start
Special Peej and the Dosey Tart.
But let’s just reminisce a bit
Memories give life a lift
Caterers from hell with Grace
Christmas fun at Patti’s place.
Pajama parties, magic shows
Sticking needles in Cola’s nose
Re-grouping times, ‘beside myself’
Reflecting on our meager wealth.
Remember Angela? I do
Ooh she was one you tried to woo
Changing in the ladies bog
Haunting tales of freeze dried dog.
Listening to my repartee
Of “I’m so fat and poor old me”.
So P.J my little dove
I’m the hand and you’re the glove
Things will never be that bad
‘Cause I’ve got you, my punching bag.
Let’s drink a toast to happy days
To creating havoc in our ways
To laughing hard to make us cry
To staying friends until we fly.