Thud

Turn, turn, turn, the seasons turn, turn, turn,
Get him off he is drunk again
The seasons turn, turn, turn
My cigarettes burn, burn, burn
Carol, get Steve off, go to camera one
Hello I’m Carol Marlowe and tomorrow’s pollen count will be low
Steve get over here you drunken bum
Harold, I’ve got to tell you, you’re great man
Steve, how much have you drunk
Just had a snifter, I was feeling a little low
Well you’re fired get off my set
Oh well, I suppose I will have to go.
Steve meandered off singing blow, blow, blow
How the wind of changes, how the wind of changes blow.
Carol got off camera one and ran to Steve
I sorry honey, but I had to leave
Goodbye Carol said Steve with a smile
I take it, you won’t see me for a while
Standing on the bridge, bottle in hand
Steve swayed to and fro lamenting he’d been canned
And then the fall and the sudden regret
He wish he hadn’t jumped and he hadn’t hit the ground yet.
Thud