David's overweight He wanders off an hour ago But he gave his soul a name an altar Greg is on the plate He knows the answer anyway But he blesses all the faces in photos Brady's overstayed his time in old New Amsterdam Where he tolls the night away on postcards Dover was the place And evermore a paradise Where we gave the shores away To Boston David's overage His son-in-laws are paralysed He begins to rue the ways he's fallen Debbie's on the wane Undone in days of Gemini Carry angels on parade How low? David's overrated On and on with appetite Sarajevo rules the waves With honour David's operated on, and now he's 45 Could he left them all to waste on poachers? David's overweight He wonders off in Fahrenheit But he gave his soul a name Alan Alder Dave is on his way To Devon, oh an hour ago He begins to overstate His ailments