Oliver Twisted
Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted,
Who used to think he was a brand and gifted,
Stupendisly handsome, Beautifully smart,
He had no heart.
On his own he was all alone,
He wanted more than he ever got.
Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted,
Who took life so slow that he occasionally missed it,
Permanently senseless, never on his brain, he had no brain.
Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted,
Who lived on the edge or so he insisted,
Inteligently careless, hated rock and roll, he had no soul.
Oliver Retorcido
Una vez tuve un amigo llamado Oliver Retorcido,
Que solía pensar que era único y talentoso,
Increíblemente guapo, Inteligentemente listo,
No tenía corazón.
Por su cuenta estaba completamente solo,
Quería más de lo que nunca obtuvo.
Una vez tuve un amigo llamado Oliver Retorcido,
Que tomaba la vida tan lento que ocasionalmente se la perdía,
Permanentemente insensible, nunca en su mente, no tenía cerebro.
Una vez tuve un amigo llamado Oliver Retorcido,
Que vivía al límite o al menos eso insistía,
Inteligentemente descuidado, odiaba el rock and roll, no tenía alma.