The Crimson Pluto and the Court Summons

[David Strugnell]

Crimson Pluto, you saw me sleeping alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a blue guitar of my own.

Crimson Pluto, you knew just what I was there for,
You heard me saying a prayer for,
A blue guitar I really could care for.

And then suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms could ever hold.
I heard somebody whisper 'do what thou wilt'
But when I looked, that Pluto had turned to a court summons!

Oh oh oh...

Crimson Pluto, now I'm no longer alone,
Without a dream in my heart, without a court summons of my own.

You better shape up,
'Cause I need a blue guitar,
And instead I got a court summons.
You better shape up;
You better understand,
To my heart I must be true.
And this court summons and me are through!

We go together,
Like Michael Parkinson and Wystan Hugh, Like Wystan Hugh and Michael Parkinson.
Remembered forever,
As dire dire dire low-low boom de boom de boom.

Well - a well - a well - a huh...
Tell me more, tell me more,
Is there a god

Tell me more, tell me more,
Is the court summons a joke?

Tell me more, tell me more,
Where is my sodding blue guitar?

Sleeping dreams ripped at the seams, but oh those sleeping nights.