Love Your Guitar

I am about to record a song which provided the title for my other blog, My Little Cleaver. The words were written by my friend Walt Turton and I wrote the music. Walt is one of the most talented people I know. He is also a confirmed Luddite who would rather put his head in a meat grinder than go anywhere near a computer. In some ways I envy him.

Anyway, once I have recorded it, I shall make it available on its namesake blog. Watch these spaces. Meanwhile, here are the lyrics…

my little cleaver

I don’t like jellies made with cheese

I don’t like fish and liver

I don’t like anything shaped like peas

but I likes me little cleaver

I don’t like anything 8 foot tall

I don’t like sheep that slither

I don’t like things that creep and crawl

but I likes me little cleaver

I don’t like sleeping in a lake

I don’t like frogs much either

I don’t like noises flowers make

but I likes me little cleaver

I don’t like pigs that sit and beg

I don’t like yellow fever

I don’t like anything with one leg

but I likes me little cleaver

I don’t like music played on flutes

or doors with rusty levers

I don’t like toads in hobnail boots

but I likes me little cleaver

I don’t like crawling on all fours

or jumping in the river

I don’t like things that live in drawers

but I likes me little cleaver

I don’t like ferrets in the walls

or cupboards filled with beavers

I don’t like camels dressed in shawls

but I likes me little cleaver

I don’t like policemen carved in lead

or chickens dressed in leather

I don’t like finding geese in bed

but I likes me little cleaver

words by Walt Turton & music by George Bacon

copyright 2003 Cottage Pie Music(BMI)

info@georgebreakfast.com

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