Mister Thomas – Aphrodite’s ChildBy A friend who’s got daisies in his pocketMr. Thomas owns a red bikeAnd his heart flies like a kiteHe gives a coin to the childrenWho play war with wooden gunsMr. Thomas remains at homeWhen other people go to churchIn his dust booked the phoneRound it’s edge things always emergeMr. Thomas isn’t newspaperBut to me good newsWhen the hills do glitter the riverWhere all things can chooseMy grand uncle when he sees him says“He’s crazy” and starts to grinMy lil’ lady Prue McKinball says:“His head is made of straw”Mr. Thomas isn’t newspaperBut to me good newsWhen the hills do glitter the riverWhere all things can chooseI know there’s one arms corps keeperIs quite eager, do you know why?All the blue birds from the riverOn his top hat gobble and flyMr. Thomas isn’t newspaperBut to me good newsWhen the hills do glitter the riverWhere all things can chooseI like to be the bounty clownWho seems so glad in his watchI would be always around himSo I could walk his pathMr. Thomas isn’t newspaperBut to me good newsWhen the hills do glitter the riverWhere all things can choose www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20