Cobbler Ditches
Robert Pollard
Candy bar no one
Quality is nothing
Cobbler ditches
Your elegant hearts
Lovely shapes
And you might know
Half away across the room
Everyone falls in
Probably to something
A continental breakfast
You're there at the start
Buns and crepes
That you might throw
All the way across the room
In casual terms
Eating the paper
Candy bar mars
Playing motor away
Candy bar knows
The highway to the stars
Candy by credit card
