a man with a big tool
טוב אז ככה, זה השיר הראשון שלי שניסיתי לעבוד על משמעויות כפולות. יש לי כלפיו רגשות מעורבים, מה אתם אומרים
there was once a man
not just a man,
he was what some may say
a man with a big say.
he was ... how to say?
well "equipped" in a sort of way
he had one very big tool,
and god could he be cruel.
every morning he would tune it very much,
after all he had to keep fit, so such.
he would push and push and push so hard
and god how did he work hard
he worked all day,
he was a farmed in a certain way,
how he used his tool all day long
and god did he enjoy how it went on.
because, you see
he was quite a bee
he was always very active
and god was he effective...
and now night is falling
after a day of so very hard working
he now put his tool back to place and tranquility came to his face.
and between a snore to snore, his tool moved in grace...