Crocodile Nonsense Rock - Tara Turner sings GM Jon

The band played together in the park The dogs began to bark As the evening sky grew dark A crocodile eyed up her mark Frank Sinatra did not like the music And she was a fearsome critic Frank was known for her erudition So she decided to eat a musician ‘It wasn’t the best start to summer But at least it was only the drummer And he was just a hired hand’ Thought the other members of the band At the outskirts of town A dozen Tibetan monks were sitting down Some were meditating with a mantra The others practicing their tantra With the help of the fat diplomat They had left their natural habitat They were seeking retribution They had a writ of execution It seemed a little odd To have a Buddhist hit squad But they were here to avenge the Dalai Lama And were coming after Frank Sinatra Meanwhile the king was writing poetry by the river His goosebumps began to quiver He was near the border with Sumatra And wrote about Frank Sinatra He wrote about the band snatch Which had happened on his patch About the jaws that sneaked a snack And ate a man like you would a flapjack There was no tennis on He was feeling woebegone Tis better to have loved a roast Than never to have eaten toast