Speedy Gonzales

RUBY TUESDAY

SPEEDY GONZALES

He's been round the track a time or two.

Maybe he saw his dreams come true,

Standing drenched in French champagne

As he was cheered time and again.

Maybe he beat the other chaps

Doing quite astounding laps.

Maybe he crashed-out once or twice,

He didn't care; he'd pay the price.

Maybe the girls all swooned about him,

Saying they couldn't live without him.

Maybe his manly charms were such

That he was a joy to kiss and touch!

Maybe he actually beat his breast

Declaring to all he was the best.

Those days have gone but look at that face!

He's still a winner in life's race.

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INEXORABLE!

The Beatles coined a little phrase

To show the passing of the days;

They wrote the words at, maybe, twenty,

When their future days were plenty.
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"Each day just goes so fast....

I turn around, it's past."

And isn't it a great disaster

That old age makes it go much faster!

Xmas now with Easter merges,

Waves of Time roll with great surges!

Birthdays pile up ceaselessly!

Branches grow on the Family Tree.

Surely the Beatles were quite young

When this original song was sung!

Surely they couldn't imagine, clearly,

That time would gallop so, and yearly!

It was just a useful phrase

To register the passing days.

Now they're all old , it seems to me,

They sing it in a minor key!

They realise that finite Time

Can't be contained in a simple rhyme!

'Stop! Stop!' we cry, 'Slow down! Slow down!

In minutes, hours and days we'll drown!'

Inexorable! That's the word

That makes we humans feel absurd.

Helplessly we're swept along

To where all used-up things belong.

The terrible, terrible speed increases

Until it ceases.

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