He strolls across
The cobbled market square
Grey shorts, grey T-shirt, grey hair
She takes his arm, grey dress
But blonde hair, au naturelle
There is no disguise for love
Two construction workers
With boots, beards
And safety vests
While Mrs Robinson plays
On the cafés sound system which acts
As wallpaper for the lunchtime diners
Steak and eggs (two)
With a side of bubble & squeak
Which, probably thanks to ample butter
Is way more than simply delicious
Indeed it must be remembered
And, right here and now, it has been
