The Situationist

A simple case of timing

One thin thread

A thimbleful of lies

A lie along the way

Could make your wave

Then we'd all say your name

Fly your flag away

And see who waves

They might just say your name

I loved the time when

A little clumsy rhyming

Could fit the crown on your head

Head down arms straight out

Left without having completely sussed it out

Head to the sun I've left to run