You can't always get what you want.

I saw her today at the reception
Fibulator in her hand
I asked her what she was doing
She said she still cared about the band
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you might find
Sustained erectile dysfunction.
So I went down to the proctologist’s office
To get my prostate checked
She said something a bit disturbing
About a hard-boiled egg.
Keeping fit is important
The key to eternal youth
Exercise regularly
Avoid substance abuse.
She asked how the kids were doing
(Grand kids I presume she meant.)
OK, I said, feel like a quicky?
Best not, she said, it’s Lent.
I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get my prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Pfizer
And man, did he look ill
Blocked artery it looked like
His face was cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Pfizer
He just smiled and said...
Sing it now...
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you might find
A good book works instead.



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which reminds me.........i keep looking for a DVD of "Performance" but cant find a copy for love or money.Yea,maybe I should just stick to books?
I.LOVE.THIS.
i found myself humming as i read. xoxo
tony...i found a copy of performance on dvd on amazon
I'm back, and I brought a friend along.
Oh dear....just when I'd managed to attain a modicum of equilibrium.
Must be some copies of 'Performance' around somewhere tony. Ebay?
Make me w….e….l….l, confess. Monday I went to my usual psychiatric session.
She said something refreshing: “There’s nothing I can do for, but you must know that.”
I said yes and thought: “you were never my type anyway. Maybe that was half the problem.”
Before the meeting a young woman came in. I watch hang her coat on the stand. We still very civilized in Finland, being able to hang coats in the waiting room, though I must admit, old habits die hard, I was and never will be able to take to do it- the risk. Too long a Dubliner. Anyway!
The woman in her late twenties I noticed had a very short mini on with tartan patterned tights. It caught my attention let me tell you. I politely turned my head before she turned to walk to the seating area where I was sitting . As she came near I looked at her, and said good morning, She smiled and nodded. The seats were in a circle around a circular glass table with papers and magazines. It was well below knee level so you could view with ease the reading material. I was the only one sitting there. The seats were arrange like every second hour on a clock. I sat at six o’clock. I was very surprised when she sat at twelve, still smiling directly at me. Something made me feel a tad uneasy, and without looking I noticed he had her knees slightly parted, followed with more unease, and me thinking for diversion, god she could work wonders for my - golf-ball - prostate. I felt as though I should move to three or nine o’clock, but thought that would be a little over reacting, until she picked a newspaper, and held it close to her face.
God, I had to look, they weren’t tights, they wee stockings, and white knickers.
O man, let me out of here this is a set up, or candid camera; “s…m…I…l…e, you’re on,” and at that her Doctor appeared, greeted her, and as they walked away, I stupidly said - I don’t know why on earth believe me - good bye. She turned, and said smiled and said good by too.
You see the things your posts do to me dh.
Sorry to bore you. I could go on, but I don’t want you having to block my comments.
Great post. Loved every bit.
Cheers man!
No, no, not boring at all...but I think I need a lie down.
sorry dh, I was a little out of it at the time as you can tell.
I'm fine now thanks mm. May need a new battery for the pacemaker though.
Good work, DH.
It's a step up from The Buggery Brothers who made their own lyrics to well known Beatles songs.
buggery brothers?
Marvellous Dickley. Oh I say Momo! Cripes - Batbitch is back.
Yep, back and looking for action.
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