Sitting by the fireside,
watching embers softly glow
I put my half-built bomb aside
and think of pals I used to know.
There’s one of them, whose loyalty
is duct taped to my memory:
All those years we’ve been
friends through thick and thin,
in the days that used to be.
We went to Burma, Athens, Arthur’s court and to Peru,
saw strange and thrilling cranks and screws, together, me and you,
building batteries and rockets from tin cans, yeast and pee,
we were blown up, shot
scorched and whatnot
yet still you stayed with me.
Oh, love, your were so sharp and strong, so versatile and bright,
if you were here we could indulge in some repairs tonight …
But alas, I lost you years ago,
when something busts, I miss you so,
our recurring theme, perfect team
in those days that used to be …
And if some day I’ll find you once again,
we’ll still cut a dash, you’ll see,
our recurring theme – our perfect team – – –
my Swiss army knife and me!
(Lyrics: Eva Van Daele-Hunt, based on “That Old Quartet of Mine”, Music: Godfrey/Betzner/Perry)