Oliver Twisted

Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted,
Who used to think he was a brand and gifted,
Stupendisly handsome, Beautifully smart,
He had no heart.

On his own he was all alone,
He wanted more than he ever got.

Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted,
Who took life so slow that he occasionally missed it,
Permanently senseless, never on his brain, he had no brain.

Once I had a friend called Oliver Twisted,
Who lived on the edge or so he insisted,
Inteligently careless, hated rock and roll, he had no soul.

Oliver Torcido

Una vez tuve una amigo que le decian oliver torcido
Solíamos creer que era muy dotado
Estupendamente guapo, hermosamente listo
El no tenia corazón

El estaba todo solo
El quería mas de lo que tenia

Una vez tuve un amigo que le decían Oliver torcido
Quien tomaba la vida tan lento que ocasionalmente la perdia
Permanentemente insensato, nunca pensaba, no tenia cerebro

Una vez tuve un amigo que le decían Oliver torcido
Quien vivía al borde de la vida
Inteligentemente despreocupado, odiaba el rock and roll, el no tenia alma