Ian Dury: Honeysuckle highway

Exploring every avenue of love on the honeysuckle highway Eschewing every vestige of regret we gaily slip along Displaying all the evidence of mirth on the daffodyllic byway And needing no excuse to have a laugh 'cos we're doing nothing wrong You want magic? I'll provide it You want daydream? I'm inside it You want mystery? It will find you You've got a moonbeam right behind you Cruising down carnality canal in my canoe can I canoodle? Rounding every bending that we're wending in a loopy disarray Evincing all the properties of rapture witha sybaritic splendour And shedding every nagging little footle that is getting in the way You want magic? I can do it You want lovelight? Nothing to it You want everything to be groovy? You got me now, let's get moving Come with me where the air is free And spirits can in harmony unite Swim with me in the rainbow sea We're strangers to catastrophe tonight Where all the clocks tell different times And no-one finds the time to be uptight Where sweet suggestions grow on trees And love explodes as well indeed it might Exploring every avenue of love on the honeysuckle highway And needing no excuse to have a laugh 'cos we're doing nothing wrong You want magic? Well, you've got it You want licence? I forgot it You want romance? Let's get busy I've got magic to make you dizzy Come with me to the special place The first thing you get on your face, a smile As secrets flourish in their space So love will cherish every grace and style When pressure's on another case We get along without a trace of bile Though memories we'll ne'er erase Our happiness can run apace meanwhile You wore a bandana, I wore navy blue We met in Havana at quarter past two Across the Savannah and down to the beach You munched a banana, I nibbled a peach You played a small solo, I muffled a drum You offered a polo, I stuck with my gum I danced a light polka, you threw a few hoops I was Oscar Homolka, you were Marjorie Proops