Bruwer Malan Mr. N (a Dedication)
You’re a bottle of laughs and the label suits you well
You should write down all the stories that you tell
We will print it, bind it, take it to the store
I know they’ll buy it from you and beg you for more
Laminate your head against the wall
Print posters of you 10 feet tall
What else is there left for me to say?
You sign your name and, yeah, we’re on your way
We will travel down the coast and share the joy
Go to Durban, Cape Town and head back up North
With no air-con you know we’re riding hot
Under the willow tree we find a cooler spot
Get your guitar and we’ll play the blues
Write a simple song that will make you move
If we get stuck we’ll get to phone a friend
Before we know it he’ll be racing round the bend
Let the wind blow your worries ‘cross the sea
And the waves refresh your memories of me
Watch the sun rise up through the blue, blue sky
And the clouds draw picture ‘till the day you die
Bruwer Malan© 2009
