Hors D'Oeuvres-Roy Harper

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[00:14.07]The judge sits on his great assize
[00:26.43]Twelve men wise with swollen thighs
[00:38.46]Who never ever told no lies
[00:50.52]Whose minds were ever such a size
[01:02.97]Whose lives were ever such a prize
[01:14.82]Whose brains bred answers just like flies
[01:26.97]Whose answers stalked their thoughts like spies
[01:38.79]Whose lead ball through the courtroom flies
[01:50.73]To rip a hole clean between two eyes
[01:57.33]That never ever wore disguise
[02:14.88]And never ever saw blue skies
[02:26.52]Who quickly lived now slowly dies
[02:38.31]Who closed unopened otherwise
[02:44.79]Well you can lead a horse to water
[02:56.97]But you're never gonna make him drink
[03:12.09]And you can lead a man to slaughter
[03:23.01]But you're never gonna make him think
[03:31.62]The critic rubs his tired arse
[03:43.41]Scrapes his poor brains strains and farts
[03:55.35]And wields a pen that stops and starts
[04:07.41]And thinks in terms of booze and tarts
[04:19.44]And sits there playing with his parts
[04:31.11]He says I'm much too crude and far too course
[04:43.08]And he says this singer's just a farce
[04:54.00]He's got no healing formulas
[05:06.84]He's got no cure all for our scars
[05:18.75]He's got no bra strap for our bras
[05:30.57]And our sagging tits no longer hold a full house of hearts
[05:38.16]And you know what I don't think this little song's gonna make the charts
[05:57.03]Well you can lead a horse to water
[06:07.89]But you're never gonna make him drink
[06:16.50]And you can lead a man to slaughter
[06:30.03]But you're never gonna make him think