I slam on the brakes
commotion ahead
commotion ahead
hooting, shouting and swearing
is somebody dead?
is somebody dead?
a bicycle wobbles
on the crown of the road
on the crown of the road
the onion-man bringing
his brown-braided load
his brown-braided load
festooned round his handlebars
trailing behind
trailing behind
draped in long necklaces
round, brown, entwined
round, brown, entwined
he takes off his beret
he puts down his onions
he puts down his onions
comes in to drink coffee
behind the lace curtains
behind the lace curtains
he smells of stale Gauloise
of garlic and wine
of garlic and wine
he wears one gold earring
(which tangles with mine)
(which tangles with mine)
a string of his onions
will spice up your life
will spice up your life
a splash of French dressing
for a home-alone wife
for a home-alone wife