You'll Never Be John Cleese

[Verse 1]

Summer nights and cold milkshakes

Some detective you would make

One day, I'll be gone

No more phones in the mixed palm

This could be your home

Born into the world with a tombstone

[Verse 2]

Summer days, nowhere to go

One last dive with ageing bones

You could rest in peace

Knowing that you'll never be

Knowing that you'll never be John Cleese

[Outro]

Growing old while doing as you please

Would you consider sex to kill me?