Little Red Rooster - Paul Heaton

What should I compare thee to?

That sun on winter’s day

Tulip standing proud and bright

When all around is grey

What should I compare thee to?

A comet or a star

A little flicker where you’ve been

Or a lighthouse where you are

But wrong is the comparison

That sees us as a light

That hides behind the glow of day

And only shines at night

You’re just a little red rooster

She’s an old speckled hen

You’ve fallen in love once before

Now it’s happening again

Just do what you used to

I’ll do what I can

And she’ll be once, twice, three times your lady

And I’ll be her man

What should I compare thee to?

That window facing South

That captures sun in tiny frame

And throws it round the house

What should I compare thee to?

A compass or a stone

The rock that holds the whole thing down

Or the hand that points you home

But wrong is the comparison

That sees us as a light

That hides behind the glow of day

And only shines at night

You’re just a little red rooster

She’s an old speckled hen

You’ve fallen in love once before

Now it’s happening again

Just do what you used to

I’ll do what I can

And she’ll be once, twice, three times your lady

And I’ll be her man

So listen up, you middle-aged

Or slightly older men

If they look young to you, my friend

You sure look old to them

Take this from the rooster

Who found his speckled hen

It’s never down to who you love

Its purely down to when

You’re just a little red rooster

She’s an old speckled hen

You’ve fallen in love once before

Now it’s happening again

Just do what you used to

I’ll do what I can

And she’ll be once, twice, three times your lady

And I’ll be her man