The Servant. Too Late. Zeneszám

I imported horses from Dubay.
Like great white sharks we rode
Around the local park
Soon enough the high street felt our steads
Like spraying paint
We flew across pedestrians
They sing:
"Oooh it's really too late for me"

Gallopping from chimney to chimney
We soon got lost
Chasing pigeons and other things.
Somehow I was separated from the main group
And I

was thrown by my big white horse
They sing:
"Ooh it's really too late for me"