Marigold - Kevin Coyne

Marigold - Kevin Coyne
Marigold was dreaming about somebody
About a fight that she'd almost won with her man
Marigold was dreaming about a punch-up
About a scrawny-kneed fight on the kitchen floor
Marigold was dreaming over the stewpot
Holding forth imaginary blows and scars
Marigold was dreaming she wasn't screaming
Her high-heeled foot was pressed upon the chest of a man
All men are fools she said
And most of them would be better if they were dead
I wish they'd all get out of my well-permed head
And leave women to rule the world leave it to the girls
Marigold was dreaming she was creaming a big cream cake
She'd baked the cake to throw it at me
Marigold was dreaming she was a cat with claws
So sharp they tore my skull away and most of the hair
Yes Marigold was dreaming old old dreaming
She was richer than anybody could ever see
And she trod on me with her riches
Marigold was dreaming she was leaping across
A ravine on a horse made out of gold
Silly now to think that she never knew nothing
That she wanted to be my best friend
She said she was almost my best friend
But there was a girl called Julie or somebody somewhere far away
Who she knew who knew more than me
And therefore would be a better friend in the end for her
She said she knew anyway that most of what I said
I'd got out of books and I didn't know what she was doing
And that women were about to take over the world
I said "Marigold you're dreaming"