I once had a fight,
His name was Gregory Right,
Afraid he got it all wrong,
He wasn't that strong,
For his will and his might,
He was a sizeable fright.
But you never know about these kind of things,
You know the way it goes.
I thought about it but I didn't buy it,
Catholic - he was a Catholic,
I
tried so hard not to deny it,
But
you never know about these kind of things,
It's just the way it goes.
It wasn't a game
of fun,
He'd taken his chance,
And decided that he had won,
He pushed it harder than hard,
So as to show something,
But he was never that strong,
He really got it all wrong.
But you never know about these kind of things,
You know the way it goes.
I thought about it but I didn't buy it,
Catholic - he was a Catholic,
I
tried so hard not to deny it,
But
you never know about these kind of things,
It's just the way it goes.
So this is the plight
of Gregory,
He'd seen it all
before but never conceded to fight,
We'd almost lost a chance,
Now he's losing to lose that chance?
I never did do it again,
Things
were never the same.
I thought about it but I didn't
buy it,
Catholic - he was a Catholic,
I tried so hard not to deny it,
But you never know about these kind of things,
You know the way it goes.
