Alife - Robert Wyatt

Not nit

Not nit

No, not nit.

Nit

Folly bololey

Alife my larder

Alife my larder

I can’t forsake you

Or forsqueak you

Alife my larder

Alife my larder

Confiscate

Or make you late you, you

Alife my larder

Alife my larder

No nit not

No nit not

Nit nit folly bololey

Burlybunch the water mole

Hellyplop and fingerhole

Not a wossit, bundy, see?

For jangle and bojangle

Trip trip pip pip pip pip pip pip landerim

Alife my larder

Alife my larder

(I'm not your larder

Jammy jars and mustard

I’m not your dinner

You soppy old custard

And what’s a bololey

When it’s a folly?

I’m not your larder

I’m your dear little dolly

But when plops get too helly

I’ll fill up your belly

I’m not your larder

I’m Alife your guarder.)