Lips On Wilde Lyrics

On a train

From

Venice

Oh, romantic Venice

I met a down under girl

And along

The way

We conversed

On poetic verse

And practiced Latin

And she had lips on Wilde

And flowers on Morrison's grave

Oh, it was so grave

Or was it reversed?

And she had lips on Wilde

And flowers on Morrison's grave

Oh, it was so great

By the time

We arrived

In Paris

Oh, the lights of Paris!

Well, her room was mine

And there

Is where

We bare

Our ooh la la la's

Oh yeah

And we had lips on Wilde

And flowers on Morrison's grave

Oh, it was so grave

Or was it reversed?

And we had lips on Wilde

And flowers on Morrison's grave

Oh, it was so great

Oh yeah

After six

Days

In Paris

And six nights in bed

Well she was in love

By I

Well, my heart

Was stolen

Oh, dearly stolen

By artistic metro signs

And I had lips on Wilde

And flowers on Morrison's grave

Oh, it was so grave

Or was it reversed?

And I had lips on Wilde

And flowers on Morrison's grave

Oh, it was so great

Yes, it was

On the penultimate day

Or was it the last day?

Well, we cemetaried

And found

The Egyptian tomb

Oh that cold, hard tomb

The poet's last kiss

And we found

The Lizard King

Oh, that stoned Lizard King

Was sadly bare

So we put lips on Wilde

And flowers on Morrison's grave

Oh, it was so grave

Or was it reversed?

And we put lips on Wilde

And flowers on Morrison's grave

Oh, it was so great

Oh yeah

Oooh

Ooohh

La la

Oh, oooh la la la