keep movin', Rob! - Brad Evans

keep movin', Rob!
keep movin'

she ain't gonna get you!
she ain't gonna touch you!
just keep on movin'

what was that woman thinkin', Rob?
what WAS that woman thinkin'?

Three times your age man!

Keep away from that sofa!
Just keep away from it!

It was a place to nod your nut,
I understand, old boy
To rest your weary head,
So soft, wrinkly & plush

Like an old woman's breasts, Rob!
An old woman's breasts!

But we don't wanna go back there yet
so just keep on movin'!

What started all this, Rob?
What started all this?

She sat beside you and you were out!
And the sofa felt good, Rob,
After a hot day mowing grass
And all that beer
The sofa felt wobbly

Like an old woman's arse!

But we don't wanna go there, Rob!
We don't wanna go there!
Keep movin'

It was a Christmas gathering
All your fellow workers
Coming together
And you found that sofa
and felt safe with your head back and restful

Until a hand brushed your thigh, Rob,
A hand - brushed your thigh!
An accident no doubt, Rob
We'll pass on that one.

All that beer and sofa can't be given up easily, Rob
Not without a fight!
And the sofa felt good, Rob,
The sofa felt smooth
Like toothless gums over your knob

But we don't wanna go there, Rob!
We don't wanna go there!
Keep movin'

Look at you in all your youth
You're upright like a sprout
No place to close your bloodshot eyes
You miss that sofa already, don't you.

But there's bad memories there, Rob!
Bad memories.
You don't wanna go back just yet!
So keep movin'.

You listened to the chat and smiled at the jokes
You rested your eyes
With your head nodding off

Until a hand stroked your chest, Rob
A hand - stroked your chest!
An accident no doubt, Rob
Don't jump to conclusions
It will go away soon!

You've kept the sofa to yourself, Rob!
Kept it to yourself
And the sofa felt good, Rob
The sofa creaked
Like an old lover's bones

But we don't wanna go there, Rob!
We don't wanna go there!
Keep movin'

You felt that was it, Rob!
You felt that was it!

You'd found your sofa and the beer
You felt that you'd arrived
And you were resting very well

But what was that tongue doin' in ya mouth, Rob?
What was that tongue doin' in ya mouth?
An accident no doubt, Rob
An accident no doubt!

It's time to rise my restful peach
And just keep on movin'.