I Planned It Quite Rationally….
(15/10/1970)
The young lady lived in Aberdeen and made me change my plans. I was not best pleased! Probably in common with lots of other young men I was never really over-confident with the ladies. But do you like the woman/girl comparison with the red/white wine? Maybe I was growing up a little? I still prefer red wines!
I planned it quite rationally last night.
It would just have rounded off the week nicely.
Wild-fowling on Monday in the mist on the flats,
A film on Tuesday, then a drink.
Night school on Wednesday plus a good social round,
And a visit to the wild swans on Thursday.
Friday starts weekend and is always OK.
So I really fancied doing something Saturday…
A day with a woman, a woman with magic. Not a girl.
A day in good company. A day to cover ground
In the land of experience of life!
A plump wine, a red wine. A wine with a full taste,
To give satisfaction and swirl round the glass,
Not a frivolity, a white wine, a sparkling,
A wine you can see through, transparent, naïve.
I planned it quite rationally last night.
I 'phoned her tonight and it just wasn't possible,
But she jiggled and the yo-yo damn answered the string.
I didn't mind the Saturday but hated the jiggling
It knocked me off balance and I dried out for words.
But she threw me a morsel and I grabbed it of course,
Pretending I was just being normal.
I should have stormed down the 'phone and then banged it down hard,
But men just aren't made to do that!
Yet I planned it quite rationally last night.
Now I know I'm quite rational
And I know how it happens.
When a woman's involved I go poof!
Gibbering, shivering, butterfly flittering
Temperature normal but pulse on the run.
And I don't usually gamble but with women it's different
And I know what the stakes are to start,
And I play. If I loose then it doesn’t deter me
'Cos I know that a win's worth enough.
I don't think I'll change though. I think I'm aware
That the yo-yo will fall once again.
I know in the fool's heart that takes all the hammering
That-I'll-climb-up-around-the-bloody-finger-if-I-die-in-the-attempt.
(Cor, hark at 'im!) [I know - don't laugh - I know!
I've not planned it rationally you see!].